Of Cracked Clay

OF CRACKED CLAY

when our hearts have been broken
perhaps long ago
perhaps when they were soft and still forming
we can no longer hold love in our bodies
we become pots of cracked clay
love, like water, graces us
quenches us
fills us up
but it always runs out
when our hearts have been broken
we will break our lovers too
we will break them
and their breaking will break us more
than every fight and fall before
but still
our hearts
are meant to be filled
to live by divine design
and still
our hands
are meant to heal
to seal up the cracks with earth or gold
wet the walls with our tears
guide our form without fear
and mold ourselves whole
again, again
for you, i’ll be whole
again
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