The Glass

Released from the hand!
Fell on the ground with a thud!
Fragile it was supposed
But couldn’t be remoulded

Could not take it’s previous shape,
Nor could it take it’s previous position
Cracked on all bases
But could not be remoulded!

Made to last,
But was mishandled!
Made for a reflection
But carelessly left to break!
No replacement for the gone
But only a new brand
Cannot serve its purpose like before
It’s broken!crashed! Cannot be remoulded!

I’m Idah Kendi from Kenya. I love writing¬† my instagram page. It is kendi-idah
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