Broken Love

Every star in the sky... is special. Every cloud against the blue... is unique. Opening eyes to life. Every blade of grass... is creative. Every flower on the path... is paint. Learning to find the gifts in life. Every bright color... is vibrant. Every small sound... is astonishing. Learning to listen to life. Every wisp of breeze... is restful. Every ray of sun... is exhilarating. Learning to drink in life. Every friends hug... is healing. Every stupid joke... is refreshing. Learning to live in the arms of life. Every new and old tear... is significant. Every cool rain drop... is cleansing. Learning to let go of life. Every cute shoe... is exciting. Every free gift... is fulfilling. Learning to accept life. Every dance in the sunny rain... is eliminating. Every helping hand... is promising. Learning to BE life!

My Life is like the flowers on my dashboard. So young and full of color, Yet color slowly slips away. My Life is like the flowers on my dashboard. Vibrant and full of meaning, With life slowly draining. My Life is like the flowers on my dashboard. Almost feeling the breath that refreshment would bring, Yet like the flower unable to touch past the glass that separates. My Life is like the flowers on my dashboard. Once holding the sweet scent, Now reeking for all to smell. My Life is like the flowers on my dashboard. Droplets of healing just inches away, Unable to break the bubble of separation. My Life is like the flowers on my dashboard. Life saving refreshment in view, Yet unable to quench the thirst. My Life is like the flowers on my dashboard. Once in a huge field, Now unable to belong. My Life is like the flowers on my dashboard. Before, Soft and beautiful, Now crumbling at their feet. My Life is like the flowers on my dashboard. Once cherished, Now begging to be tossed out of the