Fix Me

Fix Me (09/03/2018)

I have come as a sceptic,

A long-term non-believer,

I have always dismissed this,

An unwilling receiver;

I have come under duress,

At the end of my tether,

Reluctance and stubbornness,

Bound too closely together.

Can I trust you to fix me?

I have come despite knowing

I find it hard to admit,

That I’m no longer coping,

I’ve got too much to unpick;

I have come to the last ditch,

I need the tables to turn,

My head like a touch-paper,

I’m all too ready to burn.

Can I ask you to fix me?

I have come on insistence

Of people claiming to care,

Are those lies that they tell me,

For there is no love lost there?

I have come as a number,

With very limited time,

Just six sessions of small talk

Supposed to make it all fine.

Can I push you to fix me?

I have come to seek solace,

To rid myself of this pain,

I have too much I’m losing,

And nothing new left to gain;

I’ve come carrying this weight

Forever pushing me down,

I’ve been taking on water,

I’m nearly ready to drown.

But what if you can’t fix me?

Jennifer Pickup