Fix me

Fix my thoughts, for they aren't always pure.

Fix my fuse so it's never ending.

Fix my voice so it is never loud with my frustration.

Fix my eyes so they do not blur.

Fix my mouth so it only speaks when my words are kind.

Fix my mind so it isn't always a whirlpool of "what ifs".

Fix my hands so they are only soft and gentle.

Fix my feet so they do not ache with the simplest step.

Fix my back so I can pick you up without a grunt.

Fix my heart with steel to ensure you never leave its many walls.

This poem is about: 
Me

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