Poem

A Craft Without The Glue, by MwsR

In the bleakest moments, I am close to you
I feel the weight of this pain start to ensue.
Was I just a craft without any glue?
Am I supposed to fall apart with every single hand
Or am I just supposed to fall wherever I may land?
Is this your masterful plan?
Why is it in the sunlight you can see
All the dimensions that make up the “Me”?
Why not at the moment of thought or creation?
Because I am so much more than people’s imagination.
I exist because of you
I was created to serve a purpose, It’s true.
Without the glue I will not mend myself
Without the help, I will not straighten up when I bend, you see?
I do have good days where I am all together or appear to be
But I am a master at fooling those who choose to believe.
It is easy to take a look and draw your conclusions
Maybe it is a memory or your own drawn allusion.
When approaching. use caution, not to access what is based on your own bias’s
Once you can get familiarized with all the pieces
It should be easy and then your mind it eases.
Feeling like a craft without any glue forever
And wished I had helped to get it together.

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"If you are going to write, write from the heart." MwsR "Life has not been the easiest, but it could certainly have been worse!" MwsR Life is about doing all you can to help others. Don't go chasing rainbows, make your own pot of gold. Love, Hope, Faith, the greatest of these is Love!

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