Sometimes I forget
That my vases,
Porcelain and decorated with intricate cerulean details,
The result of years of hard work and sweat,
The ones that are now shattered, jagged, and ruined,
Scattered on the marble floor in shards,
Appear merely as wooden blocks to the passersby.
To them, it was once 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.
(author's note: basically the previous poem, but with some edits and also I recorded me reading it.)
That my vases,
Porcelain and decorated with intricate cerulean details,
The result of years of hard work and sweat,
The ones that are now shattered, jagged, and ruined,
Scattered on the marble floor in shards,
Appear merely as wooden blocks to the passersby.
To them, it was once 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.
(author's note: basically the previous poem, but with some edits and also I recorded me reading it.)
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Abriatis
Jul 17, 2018
I think I fell in love with your voice ???
amazing poem and I can relate, though probably will different aspects of my life. love it !
but if time would stand still, this moment, I'd freeze it in place