She is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by her own hands. And a critical world judges her cracks while missing the beauty of how she made herself whole again.
I thought this was a beautiful poem, representative of each and every one of us in our lives. How events happen, we are broken in some way, yet we somehow manage to piece ourselves back together. That is a beautiful thing.
Some of us seem to do it more easily than others, but we all have hurt, pain, loss, loneliness in common. I thought this poem was a reminder to us in two forms. One as the survivor of it, the one who puts our pot back together. The other as the observer.
To the survivor; be proud. You have time and time again rebuilt yourself. Your confidence, your strength, and you've learned invaluable lessons.
To the observer; be kind. Do not judge others for their cracks, their missing pieces. And don't forget you have some yourself.
We need to be more empathetic towards each other. We need to listen. Sometimes a person with a smile is hiding a broken heart. Or their anger is just covering their struggle with their inner demons and they are lost on the direction to turn for help.
We are not perfect. Its OK to feel unstable, sad, lost, to need help.
Mental health is a serious issue in our society, and many of us have suffered or know someone who struggles with depression. We need to be there for each other, to let others know you care, you hear them, and to help them seek the help they need.