What's broken

 A slippery teapot 

Broken pieces scattered around,

Spilling beans into the unforgiving tapestry! 

They say a glass cannot be fixed,

Alas! I try to put the beans into a new pot 

Did someone notice?

Nay, I say. Who cares I say 

Forgotten into the sand of time it'll be, I say!

Yet! That slippery pot annoyingly slithers into my dreams.

I hold a new pot, Cheat! You'll drop it again it screams

Oh unworthy! of a teapot thee. 

My shaking hands, sips from the roasted...grounded...French pressed beans 

Aaah! A glass slits my tongue, finding it's way into my head... Taking over the fragile body.

Crippling my very soul!                          Surviving in the brewery of life. 

The broken pieces take what's due, indeed I pay the wage to life. 

(Note: never let a trauma grow on you, talk about it to someone or just to yourself. To all those who are children of broken families, to those in broken relationships, to those going through PTSD and to those who do not know yet that the teapot has slipped. It's easy to say it'll be okay, that it shall pass. It will pass! I'll tell you for now it's okay to not be okay. Recognise it's not okay, it's okay to feel vulnerable and be sensetive, do not judge yourself or let others judgement percolate into your psyche. Acknowledge it, and rise my friend. Rise again and again)