Ours - 2/4

I have a confession. I did not want it.

I abhorred that vase. I felt trapped by its contents.

I wanted to take out the gems and replace them with dirt.

I needed more Earth. I needed more me. I needed more free.

So I did something drastic.

Necessary.

I dropped it.

Threw it.

Chunks of fragmented generosity strewn upon the Earth.

Unrecognizable. Gone. Forever.

I got what I wanted,

gems amidst dirt,

strewn about like mulch:

an image of life begotten unto death to make way for the new.