Repaired

Katie B.

                                 Repaired

 

In the evening the primrose guards the back gate

Sparrow drink of what the sky has born

And the grass peeks out after a fresh rain

I lie in repose thoughtful and white eyed

The paint of the floorboard stands steadfast

The swing no longer creaks when swung

The porch railing stands upright given weight

But the floor caves as I bear weight

I must give effort to repair it

My motivation moves though me slow as the tortoise

Indeed I will rise

I rise, tools in hand, mending the broken

Repaired, I find myself confident 

I find myself mending the broken

But oh be still my heart

  • Author: Katie B. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 18th, 2026 05:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: What we can repair and what we can not
  • Category: Short story
  • Views: 33
  • Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
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  • sorenbarrett

    Now this is a lovely metaphor Katie it is painted with beautiful imagery that puts in vivid contrast that, that needs repair. The introduction of the heart at the end emphasizes that there are some things that lie beyond our capacity to repair. Beautifully done Katie

    • Katie B.

      I have applied for a summer Fellowship at The Poetry Society of America's in June. I presented ten of my strongest pieces at the time and a most persuasive cover letter. They will select 12 emerging writers. I know it is a long shot but I remain optimistic. I'm not sure why I'm telling you this other than the wisdom I find in your work and the comments you leave.

      • sorenbarrett

        Katie I applaud your brave effort and wish you the best in this endeavor. Best wishes

      • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

        a good read, they are things we simply cannot mend

      • xTattooingPaperx

        An abstract metaphor to represent what we can change and what must be left behind.

        • Katie B.

          Yes!! Thank you for your comments. Have a great Sunday!

          • xTattooingPaperx

            You too, Katie.

          • Thomas W Case

            This carries a lovely tension between stillness and effort. I love how the physical act of repair mirrors the inner work—the slow tortoise pace makes the eventual rise feel earned, gritty, and quietly triumphant.

            • Katie B.

              Thank you for this lovely synopsis. Your words are meaningful and much appreciated. Have a great Sunday!!

            • Tristan Robert Lange

              Katie, this poem understands repair as both physical and inward. The measured pace, the attention to weight and effort, and that stilling at the close all feel true. It’s gentle, grounded, and affirming. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

            • Allie561

              What a fabulous poem Katie! I sometimes think we try to fix other things when we cannot fix ourselves. Your imagery and plot was very entertaining. Nice work.

            • Goldfinch60

              Very emotive words Katie, I am sure that your heart will be fine.

              Andy



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