In the depths of my memories, I miss my childhood days,

I miss where laughter danced freely, like a sunlit haze.

Times when the only serious thing was playing

And the only sad thing was the end of playtime.

Where innocence was my cloak, shielding me from strife.

Now I am releasing how I long to reclaim that simple, carefree life.

But time has stolen fragments, leaving me adrift,

Caught in a storm of uncertainty, my soul does shift.

A puzzle with missing pieces, I search for my core,

Lost in a labyrinth of confusion, yearning for something more.

I wander through the maze of choices, unsure of where to tread,

Seeking guidance, but finding silence instead.

The weight of my dilemmas, a burden hard to bear,

I yearn for clarity, for a whisper in the air.

Yet, my voice is silenced, trapped within my chest,

Words tangled in a web, longing to be expressed.

Alone in my thoughts, I yearn for a listening ear,

To find solace in connection, to banish my fear.

When does finding someone to listen become this hard?

Maybe if I start crying just like in my childhood I can get someone’s attention

I miss my childhood days

I miss being listened, seen, heard,

I miss playing with my toys and creating my own world

I wish I could hark back to my childhood, not with longing, but with grace,

And infuse our grown-up world with that childlike, tender embrace.

In the symphony of life, let empathy be our song,

A melody that soothes the heartache, where we all belong.