They are the cracked
The not quite right
Products of my hands
And soul
Victims of experimentation
Poor judgment
Or forces beyond my understanding
Sometimes their enduring beauty breaks my heart
Their fatal flaw rendering them undesirable to others
Then sometimes their glaring shortcomings
Are so embarrassing
They are destroyed or reincarnated
Taking on a new form that will touch my soul
Or someone elses
The buyer will never know
That my work is built on beautiful failures
Marveling at my wonderful talent
Wishing they could have it too
images by Pixabay & the author
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