To Protect What is Yours III.

Maybe sometimes,

With a jar that is shaped differently,
I can also fill it with different things

And it’ll be beautiful
All over again

I had once made a jar. One that I’ve spent many years to mold & create. One that was refined through the furnace and was ready to be used, glossed up and all.
It spent many years propped up on a glass shelf - safe, protected, so that no one can touch or break it.
And many years later, when I finally feel that it is ready to show it to the world, I take it out of the shelf and with a few hot breathes, wipe it clean with my linen sleeve.
Still glossy and perfect, I see.

But what happens when,
After all the efforts of keeping my jar safe
I end up dropping it
And it shatters into a million pieces
Some big, some small
But too many to count for me to possibly put it all back together

What happens when,
I try to scrape up the pieces
But I don’t know which piece goes where
And my precious jar
Is no longer recognizable
In the way I had preserved it

What happens when,
No matter how hard I try
I can’t rebuild it exactly to the way it was
And the jar I kept oh so safe for so many years
Is not so safe anymore

What happens then?

Maybe,
Just maybe,
The jar I had made was not serving its purpose on the perfect little glass shelf I had made for it
Clean and presentable for the world to see, but hollow and empty on the inside - dry and collecting dust

And maybe,
Just maybe,
With a jar that is shaped differently, I can also fill it with different things
And even if it’s a bit jaded on the edges in the end,
At least it is being used rather than being only observed from afar

And maybe,
When the day comes that I rebuild it into something completely different,
The jaded edges will have a personality of its own
And my jar will be beautiful all over again
With each piece showcasing a story of a girl
Who was once too scared to be even a little bit broken
But decided to change fear into courage
So that even her mistakes can become a reason to flaunt
How beautiful her new jar had become
Different pieces and all.