Jul 12

my problems

Sometimes I forget
That my vases,
Porcelain and decorated with intricate cerulean details
Yet shattered, jagged, ruined
Scattered on the marble floor in shards
Appear as wooden blocks to the passersby.

To them, it once was a sturdy tower
And it will be again, as if time had waited.
To them, my problems appear small and ordinary
Easily fixable.

I wish I had known this earlier