Pieces

I'm no philosopher

but here is my thesis

you'll fall apart

and I'll pick up the pieces

time and time again

things get out of hand

and you fall into my arms

when you can hardly stand

carrying both our weight

withstanding both our pain

i am the rope that bounds

tethering our brains

to sanity when things

try to pull us from our roots

middle fingers to the world

with blood in our boots

but i am the strength

and i am the fort

and i am the shield

and i am the sword

but sometimes I'm defenseless

and i slip between the creases

and I'm puzzled to find

there's no one picking up the pieces....