trying to fix a broken mountain
All you saw when you looked at me
Was a mound of rubble rolling down a mountain
Just an avalanche of falling rocks
That peaked your need for neatness and order
And like a jigsaw since you’ve nightly tried
To reassemble pieces that down wish to fit
Its not your job to cow me, Mould me
I’m me, all my pieces fit, orderly
(2013)
a poem inspired by loved ones that love you the way you are...but!
