The shape of her tiny soul <br />Which pleads in vain for friendship <br />Is an image of <br />A vase, beautiful but cracked, <br />With a piece missing <br />Leaking and messy <br />Waiting for flowers <br /> <br />The sadness in her eyes. <br />An image which tells the story <br />In words louder than a shout <br />In emotions more crushing <br />Than a road roller <br /> <br />The droop of her head <br />The shuffle of her feet <br />The avoidance of eye contact <br />Speaks a lifetime <br />Of pain and neglect <br />In truth the result of <br />A slow removal <br />Of adult affection <br /> <br />The anger in her voice <br />Growls with a hunger <br />For love and acceptance. <br />A heart <br />Broken in pieces <br />Needing restoration <br /> <br />But this vase need not <br />Go under the hammer <br />To be smashed apart <br />And thrown away <br /> <br />Instead <br />Apply the glue of love, <br />(A bonding compound <br />Of beautiful things and <br />Caring people) <br />And cover in a mixture <br />Of unconditional acceptance <br />And absolute forgiveness <br /> <br />Insert flowers again<br /><br />Bob Oldfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-shape-of-a-soul/
