The Fix Is In
The fix is in.
I was told he was pieces,
that I had the tools, the hands, the thought,
the capacity the skills to repair.
The fix is in.
The words were said,
instructions handed like a pamphlet,
step by step, assembly out of parts.
The fix is in.
I was told to wear a hard hat,
etching blueprints on a table
plans to rebuild what had imploded.
The fix is in.
I was given a pen to write precisely,
His template had been torn up,
a need, an outline to be followed.
The fix is in.
Because all this time,
the pieces, the pamphlet, the plan, the pen.
They were all pretended.
Now it's ended.
Because the fix was in.
I was told he was pieces,
that I had the tools, the hands, the thought,
the capacity the skills to repair.
The fix is in.
The words were said,
instructions handed like a pamphlet,
step by step, assembly out of parts.
The fix is in.
I was told to wear a hard hat,
etching blueprints on a table
plans to rebuild what had imploded.
The fix is in.
I was given a pen to write precisely,
His template had been torn up,
a need, an outline to be followed.
The fix is in.
Because all this time,
the pieces, the pamphlet, the plan, the pen.
They were all pretended.
Now it's ended.
Because the fix was in.
4 more years!
ReplyDeleteBreathe.... the world will stand beside you as you find your way! There are no plans for rebuilding what you feel is broken. Just time to feel and heal as you need... the rest of us will silently hold your hand and heart as you need us too. You are not alone... Pete
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