Poetry

Broken (#895)

I am broken, and you are glue,
Can you truly put me back together as you intend to do?
For I crunch and crack underfoot,
Can you now reform that which has burnt to soot?
No more have I smooth marbles inside,
Can you truly bridge the fragile divide?
Ground up shards and chips,
Think you can fix all the tears and rips?
Pieces of me here and there,
Can you really locate all my pieces and where?
Jigsaw puzzle overturned in disarray,
Can you believe this easier than the needle in the hay?
Come then, if you think you can repair,
Do you truly dare?

Any Thoughts?

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