Put Together Again

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.