“Fix me!” I screamed to the open sky, after a long day.
The wind was howling, louder than me.
My hair blew and the wind wiped away my tears.
Greeted by an empty hollow.
Mocked and defeated, I returned to my troubles.
“Fix me!” I yelled at my boyfriend’s face.
Confused, mouth open, he hugged.
His tight embrace couldn’t hold my pieces together.
Greeted by an awkward silence.
Dejected and guilty, I returned to my troubles.
“Fix me!” I asked my scattered books.
Knowledge, or the pursuit of, only worsened it more.
My expensive education did not do it.
Greeted by irony.
Frustrated and hopeless, I returned to my troubles.
“Fix me!” I looked pleadingly towards my therapist.
Head shaking, pen writing, he tried.
I faked it, faked to be okay.
Greeted by temporary truce.
Quieter and worser, I returned to my troubles.
“Fix me!” I whispered, to no one and every one.
Body crumbling, mind breaking, I didnt know.
Where was the end? Wait, where was the way?
Greeted by questions.
“Fix me!” I looked at my new-born nephew.
Hand wrapped around my pinky,
he looked at me so.
Smile bigger than his body,
he did what no one could.