For a Friend

When you are lying shattered, you recall

The way your pieces used to fit together

In one cohesive and coherent All. 

At first you stare in shock, and wonder whether

Your mind can find a way to solve this puzzle

That Humpty Dumpty's helpers could not solve,

Or feel the urge to give it up and guzzle

Your life away, to let the world revolve.

But even if your strength is sapped by sadness

Go pick the pieces up. No need for glue. 

For though the shards are sharp and edged with madness,

They'll stick together just because you're you -

An underlying and organic whole,

With hidden power to heal the splintered soul.