Breezes, Waves and Broken Hearts

My soul moves like a gentle breeze
Overpowering the grass
Into quiet waves of glistening green
And washing over the mass
Of purple violets and golden dandelions
My soul splashes up like water
And drenches the white sun
To block out the world's laughter-
The mocking so long ago begun-
My soul races like my heart
Broken, disfigured and torn
It tries to crawl away and depart
From where it's been since it was born
It limps on in its brokenness
Stretching out a mangled hand
To find somewhere to rest
To find somewhere to stand