Something broke inside her
no superglue tricks could fix
She didn’t know how it happened,
maybe it was already cracked
and finally gave in
Did she do it by mistake?
Or did someone knock her down?
Maybe it was due to a series of
hit and run accidents
by countless offenders in the past,
the collective damage now taking its toll
She just wanted to sleep and heal
yet sleep ceased to heal
because it was infected
with the virus of hurts, tears and sorrow
Erase the memory,
dope it, drug it, drift into a coma,
disinfect it with powerful chemicals
that leave their residues,
forming another set of cracks,
that deepen and crumble insidiously.
What to do sounded simple,
but doing it was complicated,
all it required was
heart, will, and determination,
but she wasn’t sure
how much more she still had in stock.