Metamorphosis
The bull broke the porcelain doll in her own shop,
left it shattered on the floor
unable to glue itself back together without
the necessary tools- later,
no longer striving to be a porcelain beauty
for the enjoyment of praise, a tree sprouted beneath the soil.
Able to be burned, able to break,
able to give, able to take,
able to let resilience show and new branches grow.