Alabasterine States

The salt from
My tears
Accumulated
Over
The years
My fear is
That my
Alabaster vase
Will slowly disappear

When it was first
Given to me
It was a thing of
Sheer beauty
Mastery made
Especially for me
No other like it
In the land
It can't be be
Replaced
My alabaster vase

See,
The fruits of
Love have started
To spoil
As the oils of
Negativity
Have negatively
Changed my
Shape as the
Weight of my
Sins is
Wearing thin and
Is starting
To show
No time to grow
Sadly I have
Outgrown the space
In my alabaster vase

I prayed to the master
To see if he could stop
This disaster
Was there a way
For the cracks to stop?
And could he change
My vase to a box
With a hinged lid on top?
The master replied to me
"That no matter what shape
I make, your alabaster will break
Until you believe and concieve
That you have the victory

Reviews

[Madison Rose]

This is a beautiful, and heartfelt poem Rico! :) Well written, and an uplifting read! :)

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

All thank you...every time I see your name I think of my father... Thank you for doing that...