Fate has two faces,
Good or bad,
Huge or lean,
Fat or thin,
Sweet or sour.
And then,
Mekwatable or No Mekwatality.
Mekwatable?
We can fix it.
We can patch it.
We can mend it.
No Mekwatality?
Ah!
That is shattered glass.
Once it cracks,
No glue holds.
Once it breaks,
No hand gathers all.
It is irredeemable.
This is No Mekwatality:
Triangulation,
Deceit,
Distrust,
Broken trust,
Disrespect that crossed boundaries.
Some things break to be repaired,
Some things break to be remembered.
Shattered glass does not become glass again.
It becomes warning.
That is No Mekwatality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem