backwards

sometimes I feel like I have my brain was installed backwards

then I realized that God doesn't make broken things

where we are, what we do, what happens

those are the things that break us

sometimes I think that if I let it all fall

then I will fall, I will fail

then I turn around and let it all fall

and it works out better that way

the crumbling pieces that I gather in my hands

and try to put together

when I let them fall, they fall to larger hands

to loving creator, who pieces them together

makes me look like new again

and all the haunts are just whispers now

every crack, all the emotion, all it's lessons

are stored in this restored mind

if only I could cling to this sanity

that should come so naturally

instead, I turn from the perfect and try to find the pieces

I want to remake me, myself

trying, so hard

to do, what I know

is useless, for

what I do, is all ready done