by Brandie Lorenzen
You can see the stars in her eyes;
They twinkle every time
Her cheeks raise when she laughs;
On the inside, she is dying.
She is a gone girl, but she has some hope
That someday, someone will swoop in
And change her world for the better.
In the days of the broken dreamer,
There is more tears and heartbreak
Than laughter and appreciation.
Somewhere in the broken dreamer,
There is a heart that is slowly beating
All the love it leaks out,
Until it turns to stone.
The broken dreamer has
A plethora of arrows in her back,
Yet she carries on.
She is not a hunchback,
But she still struggles to sit upright
In that posture that shows dominance,
Confidence, loyalty, and strength.
She falls short of her own expectations.
This broken dreamer has much to give,
But not given enough in return.
Her grace is quite delicate,
But a pinch will break her once more.
Every crack and chipped piece,
Her heart can’t take anymore.
The broken dreamer longs for more,
But hardly has the time to keep herself going,
Or to get others back on their feet again.
The broken dreamer is an escape artist;
She follows others but knows when to make a run for it
When things turn sour,
But she will always return like a lover
Who knows they need to release before some thing or
Someone can return.
The broken dreamer knows best,
But must be reminded of the rest.