Vase on the Shelf

Up on the shelf, there’s a vase:

Made of the finest china,

delicately painted with flower and vines.

Only the palest of colors,

made to fit a perfect design.

The beauty, the frailty

have distracted you all

from the cracks that have formed.

Cracks that kept growing,

kept getting deeper,

but you paid them no mind.

Now the vase has broken,

nay it has shattered.

Cannot be pieced back together,

cannot be restored to what it was.

The best hope for the vase

is to melt it back down

and reshape it into something new.

It will never be the same again,

but the question remains:

Will you watch the cracks this time

or let it shatter once more?