Fine China

You are the fine china.

He held a special spot for you in the cabinet of his heart.

There was a day that a tornado of emotion and mistrust created a tragic disaster.

He threw you on the ground and shattered you into thousands of pieces.

He looked at you and expected you to clean up the pieces but you lay there broken.

Unable to move or say anything, you lay there with heart ache as he replaces you with something more valuable.

Your pieces are thrown out and expected to clean up the mess yourself. You’re expected to restore yourself to the way you were.

Your heart is the fine china that cannot be fixed.

The damage is irreversible, others have tried to help pick up the shattered pieces.

But you will NEVER be the same beautiful piece of work that you were in the past.

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

A poem with striking, vivid images. We see the tragedy and lingering wreckage, no matter the aftermath. Fine China is an ideal metaphor. Even repaired, it’s never the same, the fractures always visible... and the weakest points. I look forward to reading more of your work.