I am a tea cup
I wasn’t born broken
I don’t think anyone comes here with missing pieces…
…but some of us are more fragile.
Things that wouldn’t leave a mark on most
Have left hairline fractures
I am chipped,cracked and ever leaking
Still whole enough to hold my contents and keep them from spilling out
But not for long
I wish I didn’t leave a mess
I wish I could settle without the fear of ruining everything,of getting my…mess everywhere.
The funny part?
You couldn’t tell just by looking.
All the cracks are on the inside.
Maybe I was in the kiln too long?
Was the curing process flawed?
I’ll be sure to ask the Ceramist when I meet them.
Maybe they’ll be kind enough crush me to dust
And remake me.
For who willingly drinks from a broken cup?
I have a deep seeded desire to be useful
To feel fulfilled
to be whole
But nobody is harder on me than me
Nobody is more hateful towards me than me
But every day I live In defiance of the voice in my head.
I am whole
I had to write this and say the words out loud to remind myself that I am still worthy of love and I am capable of loving despite this draining emptiness I always feel,im learning to love myself as much as I love other people.












