5 Years.




Sleeping through life,

Sleeping through sounds.

Five years ago,

My feet left the ground.


Surrounded by colors,

I can imagine the sun–

Stuck here in the cold,

My luck came undone.


It’s been five years–

Now I’m alone.

Five years of dreaming,

Since then, I’ve grown.


Dreams come from dust

and settle in time.

Time tests the truth,

and let it remind–


Five years of sleeping,

Now I’m awake.

I want to be dreaming,

Not alive by mistake.


Some call it love,

To others– it’s pain.

The harshest kind

Heart forever stained.


Five years changed me;

I’ve had a lot of firsts,

Five years changed me–

I hope not for the worst.


I might’ve been  purer,

Kinder then.

Better than I am now,

A better friend.


I feel emptier today,

Five years apart.

Those five years took my heart.


About Kira Call Ceramics

Just a girl in Wyoming playing with mud and making pottery for a living. Living the dream! :)
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