i am a vase
gold for layers
over the scars
that have been made
keep me in a safe place
i am just like
ceramic plates
if i drop,
i’ll break.
but i can be put together again
keep me safe
like you’d do,
a bottle of champagne
like a child
keeps safe
her precious candy cane
keep me safe
like the skull
does for the fragile brain
i’m just a plant
trying to grow fast
constantly smashed
trying to reach for the sun
trying to outrun
the dark clouds that move so fast
keep me safe
from the storm
that’s never announced
rubbish weather forecast
i need the golden rays
for my vase to glaze
for my heart to blaze
help me
choose to stay
help me smother my vase
in golden clay
as i head into another day
lead me away from disarray
keep me closer
for the strong winds
threaten to knock me over
and when they do
promise me you’ll help me glue
the tiny pieces that are all askew
i don’t need to be brand new
as i pick my pieces
i’m reminded why i’m defeated
for the ceramic cuts through my skin
threatening to bleed red ink
i struggle to muster courage
looking through the forage
desperately searching for any bit of hope
but i forget
i am the vase
these cuts and scars
they’re full of God’s grace
He fills me with His embrace
for the people around me
of all walks and race
help to keep me paced
they hold my heart
when i’m filled with ache
they pick the pieces
as i fall apart and break
and when i’m ready
they help put me together
they keep my vase steady
never putting any pressure
they protect me like national treasure
the gentle human race
filled with God’s gentle grace
for they,
they truly are my warm embrace.