I am pain, sheltered in porcelain
I am hard and I am delicate.
I am lost but I have survived.
Haunted by the shadows of my own thoughts, I have fled myself
I have been asked to smile, to wear my cracks with pride.
Crack open a smile, lest the world laughs at you
A small crack lest you crumble from within
So I smile.
I even laugh
Along with the rest of the world.
As I pick up pieces of my shattered porcelain
Porcelain Soul first appeared as a verse in a collaborative poem titled Indigo Child (https://lostparchment.wordpress.com/2017/10/17/indigo-child/ )