The Vase
If our unity as a couple were depicted as a vase, then the love we shared would be the water that nourished the flower we embraced.
But sometimes that unity begins to break apart, crumbling away piece by piece and we are left with breaking hearts.
Where do we go from here, surely this isn't the end? Not all has been lost yet, it's nothing we can't mend!
We start by picking up the pieces of our slowly shattering lives, "Let's just put them back together, we can still move forward if we try!"
We continue to do this, picking up pieces and moving on and on, but we forget to take the time to realize most of the pieces have been destroyed and are gone.
We stop and take a long, hard look to see what we can salvage, but amongst all the debrie we've created is our flower lying listless.
For all those times we focused on fitting back together the pieces, we failed to realize that our love had been seeping out beneath us.
By Christy Cornett
But sometimes that unity begins to break apart, crumbling away piece by piece and we are left with breaking hearts.
Where do we go from here, surely this isn't the end? Not all has been lost yet, it's nothing we can't mend!
We start by picking up the pieces of our slowly shattering lives, "Let's just put them back together, we can still move forward if we try!"
We continue to do this, picking up pieces and moving on and on, but we forget to take the time to realize most of the pieces have been destroyed and are gone.
We stop and take a long, hard look to see what we can salvage, but amongst all the debrie we've created is our flower lying listless.
For all those times we focused on fitting back together the pieces, we failed to realize that our love had been seeping out beneath us.
By Christy Cornett
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