We break at times


All the kings horses
all the kings men
couldn’t, they tried

So it’s told, so it’s said
the balancing act
juggling roles
in life, our own circus

Sometimes we falter
at times we fall
egg shell legs, fragile
glue won’t work

We mend us, we pick
ourselves up 
start over again
we try to minimise

We compensate
we hear the crack
we repair our damage
before it’s too late


©jmtacken 4/4/2014

Photo Credit    http://www.deviantart.com 


30 thoughts on “We break at times

    • Yep fall down, pick yourself up, dust off and start all over again…sounds like a song I know. Thankfully I only have a little duct tape at present. Thanks Bri. Hope you are well and studying hard.

  1. I was reading somewhere the other day (can’t remember where now) that nowhere in Humpty Dumpty is an egg mentioned (I thought I’d share this useless bit of information with you on this quiet Saturday night when I should be writing but can’t be bothered).

    I love this poem. Our lives are so fragile and precious xxx

    • That isn’t useless and I had never thought about it before there is always an egg depicted, could have been anything, how funny. Why aren’t you writing young lady??! Hmm? Get to it 🙂 thank you for liking, that we are, fragile and precious. xxx

  2. Very true! No matter how hard we try, we can never fix or repair the damage. If we survive, we add it to our book of knowledge and go on, carrying that with us and making it a part of us as who we are.

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