My shell is cracked
And beginning to crumble
I can see the light peeking thru
Hear the wind whistle thru the gap
I hide down low
Hoping to escape
It’s fierce coldness
I am not ready for this
I need the protection
A cushion
My inner world can not collapse
Nor be exposed
The crack must be filled
Before it is too late
Before he returns
And hurts me again
It must be mended
So I pick up my tools
And fix it
Harder and stronger
And await the next brick to be thrown
Splitting me yet again

 
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