Clean me up

Clean me up

Put me back together

Find the little pieces

The extra ones

With awkward corners

That skitter away

To gather dust

Lost in shadow

Until they are brushed

Beneath the carpet

Be careful where you tread

Feelings can be

Trampled under foot

So easily

They have soft centres

Dissolving

Under pressure

A little thought

Can be found wanting

All on its own

Waiting for a string

Of ideas to come along

To shed some light

On its sad predicament

Ease me up

With gentle words

Let them smooth

Away the rough edges

As broken joints click

Painfully into place

Transform me

Make what you will

There is no motivation

To resist

At its heart

The bleeding soul

Is rending

For need of mending

Perhaps the truth

Is in the reveal

When all that is hidden

Is open to persuasion

Feather me

Lightly in the fall

Find the pieces

Each and every one

The essence of life

Is in their accumulation

With every facet

Found

Of equal value

Add me up

I am worth more than the sum

Of all my working parts