Fix My Life

Fix My Life

Fix my broken life, in one fell swoop today.
Roll its time arc in a box, leaving it to stay.
Constrain it by confining it, deterring all dismay.
Then to the board on which to draw, and back to youth to play.

There’s been no quell to its hell, and heaven had no face.
I’ve grown since to soothe the scars, still bitter is the taste
Of wounds residue, since memories were chaste.
Bless it back to innocence and leaven it with grace.

Withered and weary peace grew with an edge and stain.   
My soul healed not, in time nor step, from the blessed to profane.
Symptoms may be reconciled, still illness finds refrain.
Failure mounts and strife surmounts and linger does the pain.

So, oust dark spells to recast new mysteries profound.
Open many doors anew as jest and play abound.
I’ll risk a new unknown from wisdom’s new insight,
Beginning with a lock-less box, where pinholes let in light.