I want to believe you are a hoarder.

I am the kind of broken that you don't put in the garage sale box.
I am the kind of broken you don't sneak into the donation box
cause I would make you look bad.
I go straight to the trash.

I want to believe you will fix me
but it is more likely
that like me
you put broken things in a cupboard next to the phone books and pencil jar and batteries.

They get burried.
They wait to be fixed,
until in a moment of frustration; clarity
losses are cut and things get "cleaned out".

I am the kind of broken that is labeled AS IS.
I am the kind of broken that has a disclaimer.

I want to believe you are a hoarder.

After 6 months of quiet here is a post that was inspired by an encouragement from a friend.

People who work with their hands are laborers.
People who work with their hands and their heads are craftsmen.
People who work with their hands and their heads and their hearts are artists.

If that is true, my hope is that in all I do I am an artist.

BE who you are.