(Trying a free verse after a long time, today. In the mood, raking up wounds and feeling a little chipped all over again, as I write this.)
We’re all a little chipped inside,
A little crack here, a gaping hole there.
If I tell you, will you listen?
It’s easy to fill in the gaps
And even, perhaps seal in the cracks.
Well, you pry open the wounds,
and pour in some glue,
non-toxic will do, you know,
but only on a slice of wet paper.
That way, they stick well
and slip into fine spaces left behind by
the ravages of time.
Then, gently, close the crack and
let it hold itself firmly,
while you pull yourself together.
Don’t push too hard, lest
the glue spill out and leave you
broken and chipped again.
With time you’ll find,
Your finish is back and polish too,
and nothing is revealed,
and no one knows,
how you broke into a thousand pieces
many moons ago.