Broken Vase (An Original Poem)

Broken Vase

She is a vase,
teetering on the edge of a table.
One push, and she will fall
into oblivion.
Into brokenness.

She's gone through too
much.
Once she shone like silver.
Now she's dulled,
a cracked vase.

People try to give her that
final push
into brokenness.
But she fights it.

Until one day, it's too
much.
And she falls.

Now she's broken.

A broken vase,
lying in pieces on the
floor.
And no one notices.

People step over her
careful not to touch the
sharp shards of glass.

They don't think she
notices,
but she does. And it
hurts.

And then someone sees
her.
A hand scoops up the
shards of the broken vase,
deposits them on the
table,
takes out the glue,
and starts fixing her.

And slowly,
the pieces come together.

Until one day,
she stands tall
in the middle of the table.
Only spidery cracks
remains on her glossy
surface.

She is fixed,
and she will never break
again.

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Thanks for lovely picture, Pixabay

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