How Can You Mend

when the clothes I’m wearing is neat and immaculate instead of ragged and filthy?

when my hand is clutching a mug full of fragrant and steamy liquid instead of a flask devoid of water?

when in the evenings I lie down on a mattress that is soft and smooth instead of on an uneven, marring ground of rocks?

when nothing seems to be wrong?

when no one seems to understand that it is not in the way the sunlight seeps through my window in the morning, that makes things seem to return to their usual habit,

that I can find my peace again?