I can’t remember when I wrote this or where it came from, but for all those who have ever felt a little ‘broken’ in spirit.
This is for you:
Celia ate her words
smearing her lips with pretty prose
that stole the only smile she had left
and had quite forgotten about…
Her tears were borrowed, somewhere deep in the past
not intended for public viewing
eyes that had forgotten how to cry
welled up with leftover daydreams instead.
Life that could have,
dreams that should have….
She was broken,
egg shells crushed quite beyond
any hope of royal repair, Celia could not
put any life back together again.