What I Want

My skies aren't limitless,
these mountains don't echo,
I don't smell the roses,
the grass is no longer my pillow..

Is it the goodbyes that I miss?
Or the hellos I will never say?
Is it the end of a long journey?
Or the fear of going a new way?

The numbness may seem overpowering..
But I still wish to feel .
If the buds too are flowering,
Then maybe I too can heal..

It is not fame nor fortune
Nor love nor company that I crave.
It is that courage to believe
that life may go my way

So don't bless me with riches,
It is not what I seek.
Pray that I find the means
To end my disturbed sleep.