March 19, 2010
My life falling apart,
I used the time well,
The tools I needed to live.
Made of new friends,
A stable plan,
For if things went wrong again,
“It will help me, work for me.”
I tell myself.
The plan seems insignificant now,
A faraway pair of crutches,
Unable to support a fragile body like mine,
Cracked by the smallest pressure.
This will never fully work.