Broken Vases

If I was the vase

transparent and bold, 

you were the water; 

fresh, clean and cold

You filled me up

right up to the brim, 

accused me of not loving

when I could let no more in

I made more room for you -

dug myself out from within, 

until my glass became weaker

and I became thin.

Then one day I cracked, 

under the sheer force of you,

I couldn't hold you any more,

there simply was no more room.

So I smashed into pieces, 

and you went rushing out,

found a new vase to fill

but I'm broken, 

thirsty,

suffering

 still.

Author's Note

Comments warmly welcome!

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

fantastic rhyme scheme to this...adds to the momentum of the downfall..and yes...vases are sometimes asked to hold too much...they eventually shatter...
and yet the thought of them is still suffering...
such a sad state...
i feel like those flowers can weigh us down a bit much sometimes.
j.

[Laura Kate]

Hi Jacob, thank you for your comments. I agree - I think that we can all be guilty of trying to make too much room for other flowers and water. It can be a great ask, too great sometimes.
Best wishes,
Laura

[BlackPrince]

What a wonderful poem with such vivid imagination and imagery! This is a beautiful gem 💎 This poem has good beginning, development, middle, suspense and finality true to concept, content and context (from title, theme, tone and overall depiction).
The equilibrium is perfect.

Well done!

[Laura Kate]

I was so happy to read your review, thank you very much!

[Chris Shaw]

I like how you have written about love being destroyed here. Something so promising, which just didn't have the stamina to survive. It reminds me how there is usually someone else on the corner waiting. Nicely conveyed LauraKate.

Chris

[Laura Kate]

Thank you kindly for your feedback Chris :)

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome.