Broken Open

Sent in Summer

Same

The time we spent together
Turns into sand
And slowly blows across a
Debris strewn wasteland.
Nothing comes from nothing
And everything returns
Back to the beginning.
I remain the same.
All I have are pictures from
Another time
That never really
Quite existed.
Tucked away
So pain might have a harder time
Crawling from it's dark,
Familiar hole.
My soul still longs for
Deep fresh breaths of air.
There is something there, I know,
Something waiting for me
Just around the corner......
I deserve happiness,
I deserve love,
I deserve to be exactly who I am.
Unfortunately,
It's plain to see
We all get just what we deserve.