Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

May 13, 2007

Only a Bag and a Broken Heart

by Rebecca

She stood there at the cliff's edge,
Counting waves crashing against the shore,
She did not want to witness this world,
Not for her now, not anymore.

She looked out at the ocean blue,
As if into a lovers eyes,
We were all born just like the sun,
To set and so to rise.

As blue now as the sky before,
It opened the world like a glistening door,
Waiting for the time to pass,
Leaving her unsure.

She tried so hard to remember,
Golden hair,
In sweet September,
As she lay in her mothers loving arms.

That was before,
Before it all fell apart,
She has nothing now to save her here,
Just a bag and a broken heart.

She walked once more,
To the cliffs close edge,
The ocean floor,
Ever closer now.....

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