Something broke along the way…

Like a vase smashing, falling to the floor 

Desperate attempts to repair the cracks 

Cannot hide the weakness left behind   

Fractured. Not broken   

From a distance the vase is perfect 

But look closer and hairline cracks are visible 

There is something beautiful in the pattern of its fracturing 

A delicate memory of past damage 

The vase diminished of her utility   

Filled with water one soon begins to see her fragility 

She cannot hold the world as she used to 

Her body not fit for purpose 

But yet still beautiful in her fragility she remains   

An ornament on a shelf  

Admired, but considered useless. 


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