life is, yet another day.

Under the sky
beautiful, bright &blue
for some souls
life, still ain’t
all that true.

At what point
do you then break,
when really you never
were stitched together, ever.
waiting to tear asunder
just for comforts sake.

Concerned, when they come
in torn threads of time
let them find their hints,
to clothes they might wear.

In bits & pieces
scattered & unsound.
to patch you up,
they insist and come
from all around.

To keep you together still,
be grateful, they are around.
you better not
cry, wail or even
make another sound.