Is There a Fix?.

Someone whispered i think the world might be broken.
I agreed, i thought never have truer words been spoken.
He then asked can we find a way to repair all of this.
I was completely at a loss to find an answer, i confess.
Should we the people start repairing from the ground.
Or maybe we start at the top and work our way down?.

I know I can get there,
Trying to strip my soul bare,
Never been heartless, showing care.
Making changes in the right direction,
Hurting others doesn't equal Heaven,
Rearranged, refocused as a clock chimes 11.

We rise from the ashes, rebuild what was torn, Plant seeds of compassion where new hope is born. The cracks in the pavement can still guide our feet, If love is the hammer, the world can be complete. No blueprint is flawless, no journey is straight, But together we mend, and rewrite our fate.

I HOPE WITH ALL MY HEART
THOUGH THE SCENE IS PRETTY GRIM
THAT I CAN DO MY BIT
THOUGH CHANCES SEEM QUITE SLIM

Though I am a walking contradiction
And my mind plays tricks on my fickle heart,
My resolve creates a cleansing friction,
That, despite my flaws, I'm ready to start.

Swim through the gunk
Of disbelief and trash
Together we can rise
Like a Phoenix from the ash

And if my hands should tremble, still I’ll try to rise,
the hope in my heart will not compromise.
Though flawed and fragile, I carry the flame,
to build from the ashes, to start once again.
Each fault I admit, each stumble I make,
becomes the foundation of what we’ll remake.

Not like days past when things were went dire we fixed them with bailing wire
Today when things go astray we simply throw them away
A new phone in a year disposable plastic trash decomposable
If it breaks no more headaches in the trash is all it takes
So the world is broke and so are its folk
Nature's got the same plan as man
In another day it will throw us away
Then from the sins of man absolved the problem resolved

Is there a fix for a soul split open
for the silence that swallows every scream ?
I carry the weight of hours that never heal
their shadowspressed into my skin like scars.
The world tells me to endure
but endurance feels like drowning slowly
a ritual of breathing water instead of air

I have to contain the anger in my heart.
I know where the repairs really need to start.
In today's world if I reveal how I honestly feel.
I would more than likely end up spending some time in jail
I will leave it to the old fashioned thing called hope.
Then trust that it can fix all that is broke.

But sometimes I feel who am I to care when no one does?
What could hope add, but anguish to my heart?
When disappointment fills me, through the rays of our blue screens?
And I have to just go one with life with my pain unseen.
But righteousness was never meant to be common.
And my love and my prayers should never be abandoned.
you'll never be forgiven for shutting your eyes after knowledge has been summoned.
We're born to make change even in the weight of a button.

The cracks in the pavement
Be symbolic :
The tender grass keeps looking for them.
Finding them, the grass triumphs :
It sneaks up to see the light of day.
There is a message of hope in this :
In the face of obstacles,
We must keep trying,
Keep on struggling until victory.
Tree roots achieve bigger victories :
With time they split the pavement even more,
Break it and grow up tall and proud.
‘Tis been said :
Obstacles are sent to try us :
We should face them up
And overcome them.
We poets do it in poetry.
(SR. 28 Sep 2025)
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