My hopes and dreams seem to scatter like the autumn leaves that fall from the trees
Like the sand that blows across the beach during an angry wind day
Scatter like a broken glass dropped in the sink
thrown against the wall
A child's tear
the mothers heartache as she has to explain yet again why
when she has no answers
There are no answers
why is not a question that can be answered by you
not by me
Small and pitiful as they might seem to some
no matter how small every shard is painful
as it rips my heart to shreds
as I know it is gone
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