Words From My Soul

Finding Me

Roses crumpled to pieces,

In my delicate hands,

Causing me to cry,

While sitting in the sand.

Broken bottles washed ashore,

Along with the remains,

Of my heart from love's past.

Salt burns the wounds,

The water caress.

I can barely hold myself together,

But I refuse to call out in distress.

I walk on what the water brought,

While looking distraught.

I can't believe I caught feelings,

For someone as toxic,

As rusty nails and dirty broken glass.

I see the sun set,

On the shattered shell I call myself,

Knowing I'll never go back,

To your storm hoping,

To make it to the eye.

I can't wait for the sun to shine,

On a new love I share,

The love of living,

And making her smile.

I hold on to the past as incentive,

To live, and I hold on to her,

As a reason to welcome change.