Ceramic shard, reflective and hypnotic.
O! A sudden bite. Another for the collection.
How it burrows and gouges.

Just let it go!
But the beautiful ceramic it once was may yet be preserved.
Through kintsugi or some other fine art.
Yet it hurts tremendously.

So why not let it go?
Well, it’s a reminder.
A permanent one now, I’d guess
A new line on my hand.

Maybe the memory of the urn it once was
Is stronger than the pain it has become?
So, what now?
I’ll hold on to it.
Even if I let go, I’d go on bleeding.
Maybe in the impending downpour
The jagged edge will erode
Into smooth, tumbled stone.