silver duct tape
is still not enough
to fix you.
will crazy glue
be sufficient?
never.
dig deep into the toolbox
pulling out the heavy artillery:

open it
dive in
scavenge
pull out
comfort at night
shielding you from the torture of your dreams
solace, serenity in unyielding arms
anything to mend your damage

you've explored
your tool kit
and found hands
to dry your eyes
a being trying her best
to keep them that way.
and if she can't,
share them
burden her
she's your toolbox...

she's me