My Letter To Humpty Dumpty

Dear Mr. Dumpty:

I heard about your great fall.  I’m sure it was humiliating and you feel ashamed.  Everybody’s talking about it.  I want you to know it doesn’t matter what you were doing on the wall, why you were there, or what you were wearing.  You didn’t deserve to fall.  Even being drunk or impaired on the wall doesn’t make your fall justified or earned.  I hope you believe me when I say that it’s not your fault.  I find most with broken shells believe it to be their fault.  This is simply not the case. I’m sorry that you fell and I’m sorry that you broke. 

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Photo purchased from 123RF

I am grateful that the King sent horses and men to you.  The King cared enough to send both.  You are lucky.  Some get no horses and no men to come to the rescue. But know if horses or men don’t come, it does not mean you are alone.

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Photo purchased from 123RF

I am sorry that the horses and men were unable to repair you and put you back together again. Shells are fragile things.  They take time.  A quick rush in by horses and men is sometimes helpful and effective in the reassembling of oneself.  But sometimes not.  Sometimes in the quiet stillness of broken, after the horses and men have left, it feels like you will always be shattered.  But don't give up.

Photo by me

Photo by me

I hope my letter finds you before it is too late.  We are, you see, comrades in arms of sorts.  I get it. I’ve been there. I too have suffered great calamity doing something as benign as sitting upon a wall.  I broke too.  Shattered.  Into hundreds of tiny pieces.  Horses, men, counselors, and doctors tried to put me back together again. They failed as well.

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Photo purchased from 123RF

I had to put myself back together.  It was long and slow.  Painful.  And while the reassembly of myself still leaves me with some cracks and broken pieces, my scar tissue is strong.  Don’t give up Mr. Dumpty.  Be open to new possibilities.  Look for the good.  Find people to help.  Over time you will heal and you’ll come to appreciate the broken pieces.  You are not alone.

Photo by me.  I drew these faces and my husband had quite the surprise when he went to make an omelet a few days later...

Photo by me.  I drew these faces and my husband had quite the surprise when he went to make an omelet a few days later...

If you don’t mind, and with apologies to Mother Goose, I have added another stanza to your poem.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

All the Kings horses and all the King’s men

Couldn’t put Humpty together again.

 

Humpty Dumpty looked in his heart

Humpty Dumpty decided to start

He found a new circle, he found a new tribe

He healed his shell and got back his vibe

Photo of me.

Photo of me.

All my best EggMan,

XOXO

KyAnn