A broken flowerpot

broken on the floor,

it lies, a fractured core,

shattered hopes in each crack,

yearning to be whole once more.

does it want to die?

does it want to live and fly?

does it want to give up and not try?

or find the strength to reignite?

we cannot see it from the outside, yet we try to help.

how can such beautifull flower give up in despair?

Its petals once vibrant, now frail and bare.

Why not place it on a chair,

and tend to it with gentle care?

Instead, we let it sit and weep,

lost in sorrow, unable to sleep.

But I’m here!

I’m here to help you mend,

to open your petals once again,

and heal you, my dear friend.

(this was one of my old poems I guess? from around 3 years ago. kinda cringe now that im reading it back lol)