There are broken pieces of you

Laying all over the ground

People walk by eyeing you

Wondering what is wrong

Why you can’t pretend

Like they do.

You stand there motionless

Wondering what to do first?

Do you pick up the pieces you think you’ll need?

Or maybe just try to scoop them all up at once?

Is there even a glue that can fix this?

 

Someone in the chaos notices you

Their love is your glue

They pour it into the broken parts of you

Like rain gently forms a puddle on a dirt road.

Love heals the sick

It encourages the weak

Speaks softly to the angry

Forms alliances in wars

Makes lifelong commitments between lovers

So if can’t heal you

You aren’t broken.

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