Life became ceramic,
So I smashed it,
melted it down.
Molded it together,
as if the pain never existed.
Made into a new form, no cracks to show any difference...
Life is still ceramic.
But this time,
when I threw it down,
I had decided I was tired of being made into a new form,
from only the same broken pieces to me this was not sound.
I adopted new ways.
Put life together,
using gold to seal the cracks and gold to replace missing pieces.
I created a beautiful treasure,
more valuable than the previous form I was in.
I decided not to make a new me as if the pain didn\'t exist,
but to use it to create more valuable beauty.
You see I been through the fire once,
and became a whole new structure.
But I needed more value, to be more than my pain I suffered.
Life kept on getting cold and hard, through the process, I\'m all too familiar.
So I recreated beauty in what life is.
For it\'s not the life you have but,
what you make of it headed towards the terminus.