The People-Fixer

I want to be a repairman,

but not a repair man for furniture or pictures

or windows or bathrooms.

I want to be a repairman

for people.

For marriages,

for minds,

for confidence,

for friendships.

I want to take the broken people,

the people with scuffed chairs,

crooked paintings,

broken windows,

and leaky bathtubs,

and make them beautiful.

I want to be a repairman

but I still need the tools.

I still need the schooling, 

the money,

the guidance,

the counseling.

With each day that passes,

I think I break a little bit more

out of fear that I will never be a repairman.

My own cracks are growing

out of worry and stress about funding.

I want to be a people-fixer,

but I'm not even halfway there yet.