I used to think that people and their feelings were like china plates
Beautiful
Unique
Fragile and delicate
Easily broken
When we are born
Our plates are flawless
No cracks or chips
They are new and perfect
As we go through life
They can get hurt
They get chips
And cracks
Sometimes they break
Or a piece breaks off
Life does that
The ups and downs
The good and the bad
Relationships can do that
Hearts can break
Bodies can get hurt or age
And our plates reflect it
Life is like a china plate
Delicate
Fragile in some ways
Something to always be treasured
