Duct tape life

It isn’t really visible, to those around me.

The casual observer might think I have it all figured out.

That my life is an orderly progression of ease and simplicity.

But they don’t see the cracks.

Or,

how I’m holding it all together with a roll of duct tape.

Every piece has a reason, every crack a cause, every insult a bruise.

For years I’ve applied this tape, whenever it becomes necessary. Layer upon layer, roll after roll. Holding all the pieces together with tape spun from everything I could throw in the mix.

Lately it seems, I’ve needed more, peeling off large sections of mental duct tape with abandon. Only to have the issues I face daily bleed through.

The polarized state of the world pounding at my doorstep.

At the very time I want nothing more than to pull off all the bandages and show my fractured self to the world.

But the villagers have their torches lit, and they are hunting Frankenstein’s monster, and others like myself.

So I must bide my time, and hope for better days ahead.