help me

Hurt me
Pick me up from the ground
I imagine planted feet upon.
Hold me against the wall
And watch my soul fall
Shattering me against the floor
Like a glass vase
That once had colorful life.

Heal me
Pick up my pieces from the ground
I imagine them never broken.
I’m still a glass vase
Pour life into me
Bits of your soul and memories of me
I’ll bloom like the birds of paradise in summer.

Help me
Pick the right choices from the ground
I imagine perfect sunsets from window seals.
You know how much water I need
The foundation has to be the best.
Sometimes the frame becomes landscape
And i get lost in these worldly things
Forgetting to bring forth fruit

i know sometimes you hurt me
but you can heal me too
you're helping me