Broken

[image error]You replaced my pitcher,

With cracks in composition.

Though I’ve not complained,

Nor expressed imposition.

I traced its cracks

After finding discarded.

I understood,

Having been broken hearted.

It has cradled my flowers.

I embraced its sharp teeth.

We both have parts missing,

To which blooms bring relief.

My pitcher, it leaks –

But It stays front and center.

Together our splits

Let love out, if not enter.

My pitcher tries hard

With mending and missed shards.

It’s ok to be broken –

Takes one to know one