Broken People

Broken People

We are a scattered tribe,
so many of us,
so many pieces
floating softly like
ashes on the wind;
broken promises, broken
dreams, broken hearts,
Broken People.
Like moths to a flame,
we are to each other
drawn, fluttering into lives
and open spaces.
Floating out the other side,
leaving traces and
taking pieces as we go;
never whole, never peaceful,
never still inside.
Forever restless, forever seeking,
always a soul alone.
We are The Broken People.