Ceramic VaseA Poem by jennaMy life is a ceramic vase I’m sculped with careful and caring hands Who aim for perfection But I cannot be perfect, only unique in my own way I have different qualities than other vases I am polished on the outside from my edges to my core Because my creator shaped me with love and affection My shape is wider than others, but I have flawless features From my flowery arrangement to my geometrical scheme My creator designed me with perfection on the exterior But my imperfections are hidden inside of me Over time, cracks are formed And can break on their own Or break from something else. When I break, pain overcomes me And overwhelms my creator I am incapable of withholding beauty and my exterior is no
longer perfect The pain becomes a mixture of emotions But I can only lay on the ground numb After an excessive amount of time, A dependable stranger comes along. She’s tending and faithful As she picks me up piece by piece After a considerable amount of time, The stranger brings me to my creator to be fixed My creator is oblivious to the amount of damage he’s created
and endeavors to make me perfect again But I’m missing a piece. One that everyone but the creator notices But the creator still tries to glue me black together more Stronger. Capable. Beautiful. But perfection is something I can never be © 2018 jennaFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on January 9, 2018 Last Updated on January 9, 2018 AuthorjennaNYAboutJust venting about my life and feelings. Whenever I feel terrible about myself, instead of doing something I regret- I turn to writing. I hope you enjoy more..Writing
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