Glue

• Laiba Saleem, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2021

Sometimes I wonder about glue,
No one truly considers, “What does it do?”
No one asks glue if it’s okay,
They don’t acknowledge it and simply wave it away.

Sometimes I see glue,
I see it in people of all shapes, colours and moods.
It’s a perplexing thing isn’t it?
The way such a simple substance can become such a benefit.

Sometimes I feel like glue,
Wondering, thinking, “What do I do? What do I do?”
The stickiness comes undone, it unravels.
“How long can I hold on?” It wonders.

Sometimes I think about glue,
I realise we all feel like glue,
Taking on the stress of keeping things connected.
So I keep holding on, happily, don’t misinterpret it.