Flush

What’s now left of the broken that we can suture?
What can be sewn into a less monstrous future?

Keep the stitching clean & hope it leaves no scar line;
Lest we all look like descendants of Frankenstein.

Some wounds can’t be helped & require amputation.
Swap out spare parts at the recycling station.

Salves, tinctures & ointments made from herbs & water.
Keep a close eye so healing bonds do not falter.

Little earthquakes will break us all over again.
Each time we patch & darn from what’s left of what’s been.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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