Perspective

You were so broken,

And I wanted to fix you,

To piece back together

The parts that have left you, 

To set your heart back to beating

The steady rhythm that I know,

But how could I fix you

When I'm as broken myself?

I don't know what it is to be whole,

But I've always imagined you were.

It must be my fault, then,

That I now see this new fracture .

I set you too high,

And now you have too far to fall.

No, you've already fallen

And shattered high flying theories of life

- my high flying theories of life,

But now that I know you are broken,

Will you let my hands touch your scars?

Will you let me close enough

-Close enough to put two pieces back together?

My hands don't know how to be gentle,

But I'll learn.

I won't use the same touch

As I cruelly use on myself.

I'll even approach on tiptoes

To keep from frightening your soul. 

I see you reach out your hand

As I slip into your land.

"Come close. Don't be afraid."

I lift up my eyes at your voice 

And wonder and stare and smile.

"You are broken - let me fix you."

I stand where I am 

-Your words are my words,

Only said in reverse.

You see my brokenness,

And I see your fractures.

I don't know how to fix you,

But I hope you will fix me,

Or maybe we'll learn

-Learn to fix one another

Or maybe we'll learn

To live broken together.