Crazy Glue

As with most humans

I too am broken

Holding myself together

With spit and glue

Not a moment too soon

And not a good glue like crazy glue

A temporary glue like post-it-notes

That come off when the wind blows

Oh Lord…

To be able to crazy glue my soul


When it wanders

To this problem or that worry

Gluing it permanently to the wind

Migrating to unknown places

Learning from you

All souls break and heal

Sometimes with scars, sometimes not

Always though…

With the winds of time

Comes a little wisdom

And maybe with a little luck 

A small sliver of peace

Sticks close to the heart

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