I fall and again I crumble

Pieces everywhere

Another thing I cannot bear

I try and try and get nowhere

 

Such a mess I have made

It can’t be tidied I’ve tried for days

Bits and pieces now that can’t be found

My whole life lays before me now

 

Imaginary band aides I try to apply

They won’t stick they just wont hold

Super mind glue from deep within is what I need to begin

 

Like a cookie I have crumbled

Repeatedly I have stumbled

Get back up and brush them off

Try again… Oh, where’s my mop?

 

 

© 2006 Rhonda Leigh Hittinger