I took the stuff that makes
the light fail around the edges
and causes sound to disappear,
sealed it in a package,
wrapped it with a hug,
and flew it out to the coast,
letting it go, all of it,
praying to God my tears
didn’t ruin the return address
so that he could find his way
back home.
Please, can you fix him
so that he can be what he can be,
and not the junkie he’s become?
Please?
Thank you so much for reading Fix. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.
john
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the Book of Pain 
So beautiful and conveyed with such heartfelt emotion ~* This piece will stay with me for awhile!
Thank you very much. That means a lot to me.
I felt the pain…heartache and hope in this piece.
Glynis, I admire your work very much for the emotional intensity and honesty, so a compliment like this from you is a double pleasure. Thank you! john
I thank you for sharing….much love
Oh, how I can relate to this. Probably quite differently from you though. I had such a strong feeling when my first beloved dog died that it took me a very long time to be able to move house in case he wouldn’t know where I was. I did rationalise it eventually, but it was such a deep feeling.
oh wow. this is incredible. i’m sure everyone interprets it differently, but the feelings of hoping to help a hurt loved one… too familiar. lovely
Thank you! In some ways it was not an easy poem to write; in other ways it almost wrote itself.
A profound word, “fix”. What sense it that there is a whole lot happening here, bro. You mention in your reply to Profane Germane that in some ways it was not an easy poem to write … Some things cannot be fixed, and that’s hard stuff … thus, we release …
Aye, try to let it go, let it go, let it go.