Repaired to be Broken
You are shattered
like a broken vase.
Jagged fragments of glass
scattered around the floor.
.
I grabbed my glue
like I had done
so many times before.
.
I gathered you up,
bit by bit.
.
I put you together,
each piece with a kiss
and a word of encouragement.
.
You were complete,
-holding flowers, even.
Just as beautiful
as when you were whole.
.
But the cracks
are ever present.
Water seeps through you,
words still split you open.
.
Barely any glue
left in the jar.
What can I do now?