Broken

If only I could be somebody as simple as myself

With no other worry other than to be me.

I find my life in the falling leaves,

Each one telling their own story;

Each one being swept away,

Left to decompose in the shadows of others.

Wet, forgotten and alone

As my very memory smothers

My very existence.

My life is to give back.

My life is to love.

To nurture others so they not lack

The knowledge to further on.

But I lost myself along the way.

For the days you feel that you can not be yourself

Remember that is all you can be!