Broken Vase

I'm a vase decorated with scars of ignorance

My cracks though marred contain a brilliance

Each angle or fragment a different providence

Each piece has history dialogs as reference

Varieties of color shows a past life of pestilance

The space inside is where I find rest of mind

Hiding away from the cruel world outside

These bouncing voices just echo my lies

This pot though empty fills with tears from my eyes

This vase though plenty still wears a disquise

My life shows regrets scattered across the ice

Picking up the fragments that's sharp as a knife

I can feel the cuts gliding against my skin

Seeing the brush painting me yet again

Creating with love something that hasn't been

-Shalløw