i feel like an expansive vase
very ornate and intricately decorated
with gold leafing and this
Greek panorama of the gods
encircling it's base...
but i have just fallen off that
pedestal
so, so, so, many times...
and God is like that one person you know
who always fixes things
and he glues me back together
and he makes me good as new
but i keep falling over
people keep knocking me to the floor
& as such i am fragile so i...
just to end up in pieces
all over again...
while i long to be loved
and cherished and used
with flowers and roses
with children running by me
carelessly joyfully
my vase stayed unused
lonely and empty
as is the way of things
i wither and grow old
parts of me lose their color
become tarnished
& no longer have the
shine of gold
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