The Mending

Trying to repair what is broken,

to make what is unnatural natural again,

to piece together all of the parts,

to remove what is obstructive,

to supplement what is missing,

to wipe away the tears with tear-saoked rags,

to resent the sweat of frustration,

to mourn the blood shed without consent...

Trying to mend my broken body

is like trying to hold on to a dream once I wake.

Ever elusive, yet hopeful enough to sleep again In search of the dream.

Oh, how I long to dream, for in my dreams,

I AM NOT BROKEN.