Broken Pottery

This poem explores the lingering impact of unmet needs, childhood sacrifice, and the complicated emotions that arise when love and attention feel unevenly shared. It reflects on emptiness, resentment, connection, and the possibility of healing by bringing our broken parts together rather than keeping them apart.

Transcript

Broken Pottery. There are parts of me that want to speak. But I know that I can't think. That doesn't feel right. Can I have another bite? When I was young. Would sacrifice my meal. I had a little serving. And my brother was there, And he was looking. So I gave it to him. Leaving me with nothing. But now I'm still holding that nothing. A plate of nothingness. Whilst my brothers got everything. I see him there. I see him holding. I see him consuming. My mother's attention. My mother's love. The part of her I wanted. Into his cup that's overflowing. My cup's empty. My cup's broken. But then I look over and see his cup. And his cups open. It's porous. It's flowing. And I'm like. . . Maybe I could bring my cup and his cup and place them together. Uniting. Connecting. But that requires more of me. More of he. More of we. Together. But our past pulled us apart. So maybe to fill that gap. I express myself with this art. And I see the art in him. And he sees the art in me. For maybe there's a togetherness of space where we can be. Be together and be free. Two pieces of broken pottery.