Old Clay Pot

The old clay pot has cracked.
It’s dropped a plate of skin
and shows me
its network of roots in the dirt.
This is what I want to do.
Let fall my shield,
make a window to my tendrils,
allow a view
to my inner workings.
I shall live today transparent
like the old clay pot.

©Susa Silvermarie 2021

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