Childish dream

I woke up from a dream in tears

Not knowing why i was drowning in fear

I closed my heavy eyelids

And thought back to what caused my hearts conflict

Suddenly the scene changed to a meadow with rolling hills

Of vibrant colors, pink, red, and blue, white clouds sitting still

Half of the golden sun peeking out from the horizon

And i had the overwhelming feeling to be free, just run

Then a small kid approached, holding a small cone of ice cream

My heart stopped when i realized it was me

But i was younger, with a smile on my smooth face

And joy in my eyes, my heart not yet lost its race

He was different from me, almost unrecognizable 

And ethereal as a fable 

His bright, life-filled eyes stared into my dull ones

His expression one of concern, flickering in the dying sun

He whispers softly, “are we okay?”

No we’re not, I want to reply, this world is nothing but pain

I want to show him all my scars, tell him how i feel insane

Instead i lean down and hug younger me

Whispering softly, “im not, but you will be”

He said nothing, just smiling and handing me the ice cream

As he vanishes to ashes, and i cry for the loss of his puzzle piece

The moon now high above, my heart incomplete 

As i finally accept i lost a part of me

That might just’ve not been meant to be