Can i ever be fixed

This poem is inspired by a brief conversation i had with  on


Can i ever be fixed?


To reshape myself,

Form a new mould.

Fix the broken mess

With glue that will hold.


It’s what part of me wants

Yet I’m scared of the cost

For to change what I am,

Won’t I still feel the loss?


The change in itself

Holds promise of pain.

For to reshape plastic

You must use a flame


Can I ever be fixed?

I feel part of me is gone

A puzzle with less pieces

Is a puzzle left undone.


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