Glue

When your heart is a vase

already fractured by sorrow

you don’t need somebody with a hammer

to try and repair the damage.

 

Working so hard looking for glue

as some word that I can use

for holding my mind and mood together

trying to be sure

those cracks in my peace

don’t shattered my serenity

until all I am

becomes some shards of thought

lying on the ground

left totally damaged beyond repair.

 

And what really burdens the brokenness

is knowing there are more people

ready to walk on the pieces of your life

rather than willing to put them back together,

who are more skill as destroying

than trying to heal what is ruined.

 

How sad it is when you must deal

with people living in a some castle

that can’t see beyond its walls.

 

Unable to appreciate

not all of us have armor

shielding against the swords,

which cut so deep into your feelings.

 

Thought for the day: 232. "Somebody said there is magic in the air, wish it made people disappear."