I’m not far

I am simply a poet at heart.
Here I am once again, sorrow welling in me.
Tears sneaking their way down my cheek.
I miss their sweet voices.
Kisses.
Hugs.
Touches.
The way they say “I love you Mommy”.
I feel so trapped.
Wandering within this shell of me.
Feeling broken and incomplete.
Hurting, missing, wishing.
I stare at the dark sky.
Wishing upon every star…
“please don’t forget me,
I promise I’m not far”.
I promise I’m not far
© bipolarmuse 2010