Porcelain

Not everything has fallen that you’re trying to pick up.

You are a child over the broken plate that hasn’t hit the floor just yet.

Would your fingers bleed to save the china?

To keep mother from scorning you for being clumsy?

Let it drop and shatter into a thousand pieces. 

It’s only a plate.

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