Broken Dreams

The broken glass on the floor,

shattered, tattered, and torn.

My heart aches and breaks

and bleeds and tears.

And I try so hard

to release my fears.

I want to learn, to be heard,

to feel something real.

To know how this world

is supposed to be,

to see the dreams

you once had for me.

Am I really nothing more

than this wretched flesh

you tried to exile me from?

Is this how far my soul has come?

To know that in this darkness

I hold the keys,

I feel the release,

I am allowed to be me.

Closed Sand

I close my eyes and I feel your hand against mine.

And I wonder how it will end this time.

I hear your voice in words I cannot comprehend.

I feel your soul in a way I cannot understand.

I hear my heartbeat and it feels so strange,

foreign with this lack of pain.

I isolate your shadow leaning on the wall,

and I do not know how you could see me at all.

I wonder why we keep up this fight,

why we refuse, either of us, to just let it go.

I hold on tighter, my hands white with pain.

I watch the sand slipping away,

peeling at the life I've left behind.

And I want so badly to stay this time.