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To Be Broken

written by: Natalia Aeschliman



Sand clock
Melting on my hands
Waiting on the shore
Of the never returned
Waiting in vain
Should've been my name...
Arms wide open
The storm is approaching
But I will stand head strong
I don't fear earth
As much as I fear love
The wind picks up
The sun begins to fade
In a slow haze
Of a cloudy day
Darkness approaches
As I stand my ground
Of what could've been
But never was
Thunder rolls upon the hills
Feeling the rain embrace my skin
Was it for you?
Was it for me?
I slowly begin to fade away
My legs weaken
My body begins to shake
So, my dear
This is what it feels like
To be broken
So self important
So blinded by your own reflections
Where I stand
Your questions have no use
The lighting now
Over my head
Blinding my eyes
With words
You should've said
I can hear your screams
Over the wind
Almost can feel your tears...
Sand clock has melted
My time is up,
As I slowly step off the edge
Arms wide open
I'm broken
But I am free
It's quiet now
The storm has passed
As I see you in the distance
Faded, slowly drowning
In your regrets...

Natalia Aeschliman

Natalia Aeschliman

MAY 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
My name is Natalia, I was born in Puerto Rico. I live a very simple life with my husband and 2 beautiful kids.
I keep my heart humble, and my words beautifully vulnerable.
I write because it is in my soul.
I write because I don't know how to live without it.
There's something beautiful that only poetry can create in your soul.
Natalia Aeschliman

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