The tide of emotions I owned,
Has now begun to wane,

The pull I felt,
Has now learned to drift.

Solace is what the heart yearns now,
To bloom yet once again, and mend its way.

To be seen, even amidst the mist,
A quiet spark turning into flame.
 
For one can only believe,
There’s happiness in the horizons,
Sprouts of joy rising from the earth.

This poem is mostly about how something which once mattered a lot now doesn’t feel the same.

Why?

Maybe cause either we grew up or learned to live without it.

It’s a small post but close to my heart!

THANKYOU for reading💗

Until next time!