This bodily vessel.
Possessing both good and evil,
In equal parts.
Purity and debauchery separating,
Like oil and vinegar in a cruet.
This grey stone urn of havoc,
Destruction and madness.
Pure love and kindness,
Filled to the brim.
A flowered vase is all it was.
Body, mind and soul.
The essence contained,
Like a bird within a cage.
This bird, waiting with bated breath,
To break free from its Earthly confines.
About the Creator
Jessica Varvil
Sales Associate, Poet by Night. Loves black coffee. My poems and short stories range immensely. I write inspirational, romance, recovery and nature- related themes. I hope you enjoy!
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