Broken Things Mend

 

This was the intent of fate

To fracture faith

At the core

Along its line of ideas

To separate light from darkness

A deed impossible

But done

With a colored veil of numbness.

But broken things that belong together mend.

They bend to tighten bootstraps

And pantsuits, and pride flags,

Along fractured lines

For the test of our time.

Stand together,

Love oneself and another,

And one more after that.

And on and on,

Till the end of time.

For the many in mine.

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