Porcelain

 

Divide me from myself.

Break me into little pieces.

I’m just curious

as to what I am made of.

 

Build me back up again,

strong and right,

and in your image.

Let no detail escape

your knowing eye

in my reconstruction.

 

I never had a thought,

but to save.

You were always saving

in return.

I turned to look in the mirror

and saw the horror

I had made.

 

So many old,

dead pieces

sewn on to me.

I was hanging on

by a thread,

quite literally.

 

It’s time that I

was honest with myself,

and admit

that I was better off

in so many pieces.

 

Shattered.

Help me,

my old friend.

Put me back together again.

Because, I break

like porcelain.

 

 

HG – 2020

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