Shards of Pottery
Spread on the ground are shards.
We fit together at one time,
A vessel I thought worthy.
Shattered I feel alone, unsecure.
I have lost the identity I knew so well.
Before I had purpose,
I held my contents so skillfully.
Proudly I displayed my shiny patterns.
Where is hope, what is hope?
Why was I thrown down?
Did I not do what I was created for?
Even if I was put back together,
I would never be the same.
Empty, I am reminded of my flaws.
Water flows through me now, I cannot contain it.
Parched soil around me is quenched,
Life begins where it was not before.
My old patterns are faded and gone,
Now I am adorned by the flowers that grow beside me.
Thought up by Tmproff at 10:23 PM
3 People Talking:
I was re reading what I wrote a few days ago on this and I realized something:
The chips of pottery...the parts of the vessel that were discarded....THAT is what was keeping the water in.....that is what was hindering the flow.
I like that :)
I like that too.
I love your blog by the way.
I REALLY REALLY loved this one!
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