I’m so sorry

To back

To tell the bright eyed child

With messy bangs

Tell her to hold on to happy

It hasn't turned out the way she thought

Today we strive for joy

Not art

She thinks it's given

To wake up carefree

To wish to get out of bed

To leave her house with a smile

She would never guess that

Everyday I open my eyes

And question if it's worth continuing

She asks me now, with hope in her eyes

Where are the wonderful things she planned?

All the things she hoped to achieve?

All the people she wanted to know?

I tell her gently

Honey it didn't work out that way

Today we strive for continued existence

Not all those far flung ideals

To that little girl

Stay happy

Because one day

I'm not sure when

It all goes away