GREEN DUCT TAPE
We who’ve been broken, are not easily seen.
We are hard to understand
We make people uncomfortable.
Unspoken questions
Beneath standard issue smiles;
“Aren’t you better yet?
It’s been two years now,
Get over your fears now.
No more tears now.”
Their get-well wishes are for themselves
Not for me.
Not for the one they cannot see.
They give me advice on healing;
“Just spray some spiritual weed killer
On that root of bitterness
And be mended.”
As if God were a toxic substance.
But my soul cannot be fixed with Duct Tape
Spiritual or otherwise.
Not even the green, extra sticky kind.
Rejoice in my wounds with me!
For the fracture lines on my heart
Are a roadmap
To guide you towards hope and love.
Walk with me.
J.W. McKinleyville, 8/3/25