Wreckage

Her education ended
At the new realities
Of unplanned pregnancy.
Empires do crumble
Over a thousand little foxes
That ruin the vineyard
Of love and relationships of investment
High hopes and expectations.
For what you call a wreckage,
There is a Potter
Who delights in molding again
Into different dreams
And realities
Only what a Potter can do
With the wreckage of life

Bose