The Smallest Pot

The Smallest Pot

The tender breaking that teaches us how to reach.

You’ve outgrown the small pot
that once kept you safe.
Now your roots ache for rain,
and your branches for sky.

I can feel the edges of old safety cracking. The soil that once fed me is dry now — its lessons complete. I keep touching the rim of that container, realizing I don’t belong inside it anymore. There’s grief in that knowing, but also wonder — the moment before breaking becomes birth.

Every soul outgrows its shelter. To live fully, we must risk the open sky trusting that what once confined us also taught us how to reach.

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