'faucet of Broken Pieces'
They tore it apart
Left it in pieces
Like it was never intact
Then they turned around and trampled on it
You couldn’t recognize the love
It once held
The visions of your dreams scattered
But I still see the glimmer of perseverance
It is not completely gone
Your voice is a little faint
And yet you can still articulate what you feel
Your determination might be curtailed
But it is not lost
It is still there
I see it in the way you pretend that you are all right
While you smile with your lips; but your eyes
Oh honey, your eyes
They are a faucet of broken pieces
Pieces I pray will one day be restored
It might not be the way it once were
I am hoping for more splendid then before
My only plea for now is that you remember to breathe…
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Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2016
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