“We need to fix her!”

He exclaimed bemusedly

“But I don’t know how

She’s so lost. So far beyond reach.”

At a loss for words 

I simply thought

Who are we 

To fix a person 

When we

Are

Each

So

Broken?

Who are we

To assume

Our tools are better

Our words, our ways

Are the only right ways

To be a properly

Functioning being?

I did not say this.

I simply said

We cannot.

We cannot fix her.

We can be kind.

We can say kind things –

Compassionate things –

And with our kindness

We can perhaps reveal 

That she was not so broken

At all

And that she (and we)

Can fix ourselves

And build our

Broken selves

Into a circle

A community 

Of 

Formerly

Broken 

Things.