Poem: Hiraeth

Hiraeth
un-translatable
a feeling
a longing.

Sometimes I long for
the person I was
the person I could have been
a place in time that does not exist.

Hiraeth
makes me think of my childhood
collecting shells
looking at butterflies
the glow in the dark stars on my ceiling.

Sometimes I long for
the relationship I never had
missing something
I only witnessed
or experienced second hand.

Hiraeth
wanting to be little again
whilst settling for being the person
little me needed.

A longing to have;
learned lessons sooner
healed sooner
chosen myself sooner.

Hiraeth
I can love myself with this longing
knowing I can create a life
future me will feel hiraeth towards
for new reasons
rooted in love.

Ms ASK