Molded in an image.

It had a purpose.

It had a place.

Fashioned to be used.

But then came the crash.

It shattered all around.

Lying in pieces.

Broken.

It then got thrown away.

Undergoing more.

Smash after smash.

Beaten down.

Tossed around.

Till one day it stopped.

It submerged in new form.

No longer rough

Nor broken.

Beautifully and uniquely shaped.

Now perfectly imperfect.