Breathe in
survey the damage
Breathe out
clean it all up
except for the bits
that get stuck on your toes
like pin prinks
causing gasps and droplets of blood.
It was a beautiful vase
once...
You try to repair it
with Kintsugi
with lacquer and gold
making something broken
and ugly
beautiful
but you can't mend
something
once you've smashed
it into smithereens
so you'll blame me.
or say
you never wanted
that good for nothing
thing anyway.
who needs a vessel
that only holds flowers.
Those gaslights shine
so bright
on all the broken pieces
breath tight in my chest
holding them all in my hands
I realize...
the Vase is who I am.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Very heartfelt poem with deep meenings, as always! Love always changes everything,even a broken vase... :)