Torn

Torn apart on the bleakest day
I’m scattered to the winds
Like dandelion wisps
Across skies and fields
Pushed beyond my ken

I long to rest my weary head
Halt my frantic pace
To plant my feet
Unfurl some roots
To just sit still and breathe

When the pieces are picked up
And I’m pulled together again
Who will it be
How will they see
And will they want me still

Rushing through
Broken and cracked
Tired and spent
Senses stripped
This is how I am

Torn apart again and again
The barrage never ends
Don’t discount me
Don’t forget me
I’ll keep my words in the wind