An iron fist in a velvet glove
I am not made of porcelain
I am unyielding
Flame - wrought, seasoned by ruin, sculpted in the burning depths that crush the delicate
Tear me down, if you need to
Destroy your certainties, let go of the things you feel sure about
Nevertheless, bear in mind
Fire leaves its ghost in the stone
Every fracture I bear, still feels the spark
Every crack keeps edge
And when you leave, you will hold fragments of my identity
Not as scars to hurt you, but as lessons to guide you
Something\'s our lovely because they are fragile
I am lovely because I have weathered the storm & learned the work