Broken Vessel/ Human Condition by Zerah #ArtTherapy

1) Broken Vessel

I was a broken vase
Scattered all around like debris
Each piece piercing through the skins and feet of men
I tried to piece myself all up
But all I got was a parched up vase
At the mercy of being broken again.

I tried all I could to get me fixed up
But all I got was another pile of mess
Tired and tried
I proposed in my heart to seek help
But where do I go from here?

I found solace with the Oceans
The cadence of the vast sea
The sweet sound of the nightingale
Stirred a restless desire that engulfed me
It became my dwelling place.

A day came
My secret hideout became a shared territory
She- a total stranger
Looked at me and said
"Let me tell you my story...."


....I was a volcano
Ready to erupt at the slightest touch
All I touched turned soar
While all I ever wanted
Was to be heard and held
Why was it so difficult?

I drove on a pedal of anger
Swerved down the lane of hate
Till my destination became that of a lone ranger

Like you, the ocean became my companion, she said
Until I got saved by a Gab
Gab who also was fond of the Oceans
Saw me in my dejected state
Took me in on the journey of mending brokenness
Deep down I felt Gab was just like every other
Exploiting on my weak links and Vulnerability
But he proved me wrong
He saw beyond my flaws
Told me stories about flawed men-
Peter, despite been rash and impulsive
Became a "rock" in the hands of Abba
Moses, who by instinct supported his tribe
And killed another
Ended up becoming a deliverer

That, she said to me was the beginning of her wholeness
A broken Vessel in the hands of a potter
Can become a magnificent edifice
I needed that fix
She held me gently
And with a sparkling diamond smile
She said to me, "stop fighting you"
Yield you to him who made you
The Lord is your Shepherd...You have all you need.
.
.
Saved to save.

Zerah♡

2) Human Condition

I fear that my strength may fail
So I rely on yours to scale

I fear that my definition of love may drown
So I swim in the definition of yours
Flapping my feet daily in the pool of your presence.

I fear that I may pursue fame
Playing the game to stardom
So I "follow that you may make"

I fear for the many voices
Brooding over like the sound of bees
So I retreat to lick the honey of your words

I fear for the societal turbulence
Raging like a fiery storm
So I bask in your peace that surpasses common sense
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It's the ~human~ heart _condition

Zerah ♡

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