by Lexi (Alexis) Orr, age 14
I know that I am Broken,
but I don’t want to be “fixed” by someone.
I’m not saying I want to stay broken.
I don’t think anyone truly wants that.
What I want is a band-aid.
To a small child a band-aid is the age-old cure-all.
Whether the wound be a scraped knee or a broken heart.
Maybe the children are on to something.
The function of the band-aid is not to heal the wound,
but to hold it together a little bit longer.
A band-aid is simply there to keep the wound from getting worse.
And Yes, the pain is still there,
but that doesn’t mean the band-aid isn’t working, not at all.
It’s doing exactly what it’s intended to do.
The band-aid keeps out all the bad things so that, once it’s gone,
the wound is good as new.
To a child, this is like magic, completely beyond comprehension.
A child may give all the credit to the band-aid,
but the band-aid didn’t fix the scrape.
The band-aid simply held the scrape together long enough for it to heal itself.
So when I say I don’t want to be fixed,
it doesn’t mean I want to stay broken.
It simply means I don’t want someone to think they can.
What I want is a band-aid to hold me together long enough so that maybe,
just maybe,
I can begin to heal myself.
Credit
* The following poem is reproduced in its original form in both sentence structure and lay-out. This is published on this site by permission of both the author, Lexi Orr, and the author’s parent, Dessie Orr, to whom “many thanks” go out!
** Any reproduction of this poem for any purposes whatsoever must first be approved and granted by both the parent and author of whom are named above.
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