I have been broken,

like a new vase

fallen from the

fire place shelf,

shattered.

 

Not too long ago, in fact.

 

So much care

I put into caring

for that vase,

always careful,

dusting outside

and in.

 

One day,

not by my doing,

it got knocked

off that mantel,

all at once,

pieces scattered,

shattered

all around—

 

helpless, unable

to collect myself,

thankful I

wasn’t swept up

and tossed in

the trash.

 

Oh, how

unpredictable

life is,

how powerless

we can be,

while armed

with all the

weaponry.

 

Oh, how

unpredictable

life is,

how powerful

we can become,

when we lay

down the weapons,

and surrender

 

to our hearts

once more.

 

Mending me

was not an

impossible feat;

somehow in record

time,

without cutting

corners,

my pieces—

back in place,

not perfectly,

 

but the cracks

now let the

sun in.

 

~Tektite Tears