Broken girl,
Why can't you fix yourself?
With bits of pink paper
And wonder glue?
That crack in your soul
Is leaking love and sunshine
And slowly you're
Filling up with darkness again.
You reach for the stars
On your knees
Hope your endless gratitude
Will stem the raging sea.
Rising up inside you
Cold truths and empty promises
Threaten to replace
Your carefully constructed peace.
God, The Universe, Enlightened Ones,
Try to hold you up
Saving you from your
Senseless Self.
M. Kirkpatrick 2011
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