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Broken Pieces
Outwardly strong as the bull, bulldozing your way to the moon.
Inwardly as fragile as dandelions in the wind, blown piece by piece.
Plucked from the fields too soon.
Too tender to understand the plight ahead.
Too carefree to be fearful of the perilous journey.
Placed in pretty pink vase with added nutrients to grow.
Bouquet of delight with tulips and daffodils juxtaposed.
Soon is forgotten the dance of the summer breeze fluttering your petals; or the delicate hands of a child stroking your fuzz.
Memories trail to a time when blown for a wish, you spread your seeds and took flight to multiply.
Safe you feel confined, yet trapped.
Your wish for independence so absolute and fierce, conjures up the mighty bull.
The pretty pink vase shatters to million pieces.
Now you are free!
Ceramic vase breaks
Attempt to put together
Shatters to pieces
