Born to be Broken

[stealingtime_]

To every morning I awake
broken away snapping from beautiful dreams in my slumber
like I had gone away to exist in another
time for awhile
only to come back to recall that what was loved is lost
reminded yet again of the cruel reality of this place

I do not wish to face it or anything
and for a lifetime l fear I may feel this loss of what was so sweet and good and real
can so easily be ripped away
when Time changes all that matters
l will live now everyday a little less fulfilled l fear
suffering in knowing such a rare and splendid gift of love felt is gone
struggling to find any reasons to get up
because I am not strong, am not perfect
l know one day there well may be more reasons for me to be alive
things I've known to come rare in time and I am blessed when they do happen
But my love will be gone, along with so many wishes and things felt and beheld

And so today I only exist
struggling as each morning returns to remind me I am so far away from all the things I held dear

~ShivA
(no silly replies please, I am not seeking pity,
its just been a long time since I needed to write)