Broken china

There was once a family of china dolls. They were all unique and beautifull. They weren't perfect, but those imperfections were what kept them beautiful. They were filled with beautiful things too, things like love, tenderness, passion, creativity. Unfortunatly, one of the young dolls had cracks in her feet, she would get filled with the same wonderful things the others got, but once it got to be too much, it would drain through the cracks leaving her empity. The other dolls barely noticed, except the fact that there was always messy footprints where she went, and puddles of wonderful disaster. They would help her fill up without realizing it either, showing her where to find the wonderful things to fill up again. But she still drained out. Sometimes she wondered if it would be easier if she just got smashed alltogether, it would save more wonderfulness for the others. She never acually smashed herself, or any other parts of her, but the result of her emptiness showed. Small cracks in someone else's hands, a smashed set of toes, a crack across someone else's back. Just small things that showed that she didn't have control of the leaks and breaks. She helped everyone else, devoted hours to glue and pastes, yet her feet never fully got fixed. she never had the time, or she couldn't reach. 

The force of nature

Everyone says nature is a force, but in reality, it's just forced. Wolves are forced to hunt to survive, the world is forced to change by the creatures inhabiting it. Young females are forced to choose a mate, make a family and care for them. Young males are forced to become providers, work and toil for families that later on are forced to go seperate ways, if it's their own new family, a different choice or a mistake that shuns them. Forced smiles are expected from young girls, forced strength is expected from young boys. And none of it is really a choice, there is always an ultimatum, either you do this, or this will happen, don't do this and this won't happen. Nature is a force, a force that holds us on the ground, spinning wildly around the sun, hanging in the middle of space, listening to the echos of our parents and other people who were forced to force us. Nobody knows when it will end, or if it will at all, but if it does end, it will be forced, just like the rest of us.