27.07.20

I am a shattered vase 
Pieces picked from the floor 
And placed back together.
Sharp broken shards 
Holding on with everything I've got
Just trying to keep the water in 
Pretending I'm in tact 
Not a shattered broken thing 

From afar I'm a vase 
Unlike any other 
Proudly displaying flowers of many kinds 
But get too close and you can see my cracks
Try to touch me and you might just cut yourself on me 

But oh, you say, the cracks make you unique 
Fill them with gold and you're a work of art 
But I don't feel like a golden repair today 
Just the sharp shards of broken glass 
Pretending to be a vase