My outer guard cracked as the inner voice intensified.
Nothing a little glue couldn’t fix.
Demanding to be heard, the surface cracked once more.
Nothing a little glue couldn’t fix.
Uprising in revolt, its current surged my body undoing all its working parts,
shaking my outer guard.
Nothing a little glue couldn’t fix.
Accelerating in anger, the tremor from inside ruptures the outer guard.
Heard with an intense cry, the inner voice screamed, “Listen!”
Nothing, not even a little glue could fix.
Beautiful. We are dust, God knows.
That was beautiful. Thank you for sharing your gift.
Thank you for brightening my day!