The black mist rolled around me
And the vase shattered into a million pieces
The flower petals it once held
Orange, red and yellow, they were all scattered around
The pieces are now jagged and sharp
Piercing my skin deeply with every try to collect them
Maybe I’ll make a mosaic of them one day
And hopefully that image is as lovely as the vase used to be
(Photo by Fabien TWB on Unsplash)
Yes, pick up and use the pieces. A lovely and hopeful thought. Well written! 🙂
Thanks, Terveen! This was written by my gf Rachel. She appreciates the comment!
Lovely writing! You both make a great ‘writer couple’. Keep going strong. 🙂