a teacup in a storm

I'm a teacup in a storm:   
Smashed to bits - and then restored,    
Emptied out - and then filled up.   
Tiny unassuming cup,    
Dainty porcelain mixed with clay,    
Cracks and chips on full display,    
Suddenly invisible. 
Teacups are invincible. 
Storms retreat announcing calm   
With a little chiming charm 
And a quiet cup of tea
Brimming with normality.



Image: Storm in a Teacup by Stuart Evans 


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