Shattered

We are the broken, the shattered.
Pieces lying on the ground with no blueprint or
scheme to make them right.

We are the sunrise, the sunset.
Rays of light spreading hope like medicine, yet
disappearing again to remind us that all things must pass.

We are the soldiers, the warriors.
Living is our enemy and monotony is the
villain that sucks out joy and robs us of daily deliverances.

We are the pottery, cured in the flames.
Molded into comforting shapes that bestow on us reminders
of our beauty but also the reality of our fragile souls.

We are the future, the past.
Knowing that it all burns away reminds
us of what we have in common and the subtle yet powerful
sameness that purifies us.

We are the healed, the delivered.
Even though the imperfect pieces of our shattered lives can be
restored, we realize that we are merely vessels who serve their
purpose, then return to the flames.