Broken, but not breaking. Will I break today?
Will this pain stay or melt away?
Can I wish, just a single wish, upon a single star.
Hoping it rises, please keep rising. Don’t let it fall.
I would pray if one prayed in a dream.
Instead I accept small bites of reality it seems.
Sometimes the pieces of the puzzle glow so bright.
Missing pieces, forgotten pieces, they fit just right.
I cry for the holes that will never be whole again.
Broken pieces of me left in the sand.
I ignore the pain as pain again begins.
Cycle of life, will life ever win?