Human

Like a vase

Broken on the ground

Glue the pieces back together 

Until the next time around

Look at it

Just sitting there

Has the same form

Can still be filled with air

But when the time comes

To fill it with more

Whether water, love, or trust

They seep through its core

Chinks in the armor

Won't go away

But with better hands and tools

They can reform the clay

Build a new base

And keep adding more

Don't toss it and throw it

Leave it firm on the floor

Like a vase

Sitting on the ground

Hold it all in

Don't make a sound