“The Glue” by Donna Ashworth

 

Perhaps, this world is broken,
on fire,
doomed to expire.
but right this second, somewhere.
someone has flowers in their hair.
to bring the light,
and someone.
sits awake, all night.
just to hold a hand,
take a look.
there are people running miles.
in silly suits, to show their care.
and yes this world is shattered.
everywhere,
but there is glue.
and it is me,
and it is you.
picking up pieces of each other.
to get through.

 

Blessed Be. And so it is!