If We Forget We Can Never Be Free

the porcelain
cup is
shattered
on the floor
beneath
your feet

we try to
put all the pieces
back

the cracks
are still there
like scars

i do not wish
to cover
them with
gold plaits
and
silver
coatings

let each crack
be a crack
upon itself
let each crack
mark a day upon
our souls

if we forget
we can never be free

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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