Pacify Me

I'm broken, Damaged goods, Wrought with anger and regret and fear. Pacify my anxieties About that which I cannot change or understand. It isn't difficult to do... Cradle me As you did when I was a mere babe, With plump knees and feathery hair. Mirror the whispers of my infantile cooings With your own voice. Offer me warmth and milk, an olive branch, A soft kiss and a song. Pin me back together, Tell me that we haven't fallen so far apart. Tell me that not everything has been lost.