366 Poems: June 6th, 2016

Fabergé

Such a fragile masterpiece

the human race is–

painted, primed, jeweled,

and always in danger

of breaking.

But what sits inside this cradle

is potential–

a treasure that only stands

in the ashes

of an old phoenix.

So maybe being broken

isn’t really so bad.

Maybe it’s just trading one masterpiece

for another.

“Three Painted Eggs”
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