Cathy Shang
All the Beautiful Broken Things
The flowers that I cannot grow (they’re pressed between book pages somewhere) The porcelain vase that cracked in the kiln (i have it on a shelf, the lavender glaze is still my favorite) The songs I will never finish writing (i wish i passed my music theory exam) The shoelaces that I can never tie properly (i often run with them undone) The shattered jar of jasmine syrup I dropped on my foot (it looked somehow celestial in the 5 o’clock light) The pictures that I can never paint (i can never mix the right colors, my hands are always shaking) The words that will never be said (my poems sounds better on paper) The notes I can never sing (I wish I wasn’t tone deaf) The fear of disturbing what has already been cultivated (i wonder how much love in this world hides behind silence) |
Cathy Shang is a sophomore studying in Shanghai. She enjoys creative writing, drawing, filmmaking, and is very active in parliamentary debate.