Beauty from Pain: Poetry of Brokenness

The Vase

Beautiful Vase

Angela Mason

She falls to her knees to lament
The broken pieces scattered
All around her on the dusty street
A puzzle she will never figure out
She knows how it should look
But she doesn’t know how to put it back together
If only she hadn’t dropped it
Her beautiful vase

Tears well up on her twisted face
She worked so hard, so long
Made it from scratch
Every day she worked so it would be beautiful
She dropped it
It will never be the same
Her beautiful vase

Can she glue it back together?
Of course
It will never look the same
Scratched and torn
She gave up her life for it
Everything she knew
All for her beautiful vase

Someday soon, someday far
She will begin her project anew
Always looking at the broken vase
She will create one more beautiful
With perfect lines and vibrant colors
A bright glaze finishing it off
Inside it will contain her broken vase

I don't feel there's a whole lot of need to explain this one. Sometimes we feel like we have our lives together and then crap happens, and we pick up the pieces and move on, knowing it isn't the same as it used to, but also know it's better than it used to be.

posted by Angela @ 8/30/2006 10:22:00 PM