Humpty Dumpty

Every thing

Has

A breaking point

A melting point

A boiling point

A tipping point

Beyond which

Nothing’s ever the same again

It’s all

Remoulded

Reshaped

Revised

And

Reformed

I wonder

When I’d reach

My own point of no return

Would I reap the privilege

Of being

Reborn?

Or

Would I

Be bent so out of shape

Be rendered so brittle

So immalleable

Unpliable

And

Unsalvageable

That I’d be

Beyond all repair?

All my pieces

Every single part

All the little fragments

Every shard of my heart

Would cry out in despair

And I’d smile

Somewhere

In irony

For the child in me

Would finally know

Why

All the king’s horses

And all the king’s men

Couldn’t put

Humpty Dumpty

Together

Again.

Tell me

Would you still come sit with me on the wall?

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