with broken dreams
upon the floor
with shattered heart
and wanting more
how does one open
doors closed tight
and dream again
in morning light?
amid the loss
the words still come
no longer worried now
of sounding dumb
they come from heart
from deep within
and stronger now
not giving in
the door once closed
is open now
the pieces turned
and fit somehow
the broken dreams
once on the floor
recovered now
a chance to soar
the heart once stilled
bruised and battered
finds love again
no longer shattered.
Copyright 2013 Deborah Day Laxson. All rights reserved.
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