I am a broken porcelain vase
Each shattered piece carefully resting in its right place
Loosely held together by some glue
Doing my best impersonation of something new
But year over year, and crack by crack
I lose a little more of myself I won't get back
One day there will be so little left
My pieces all eroded, and my true self bereft
The vase is no more, no longer me
I'm the porcelain and lacquer washed away in the sea
SR Romney 2024
Shame on The Universe 