Clay

 

clay

Oh dear. Oh dear

I’m unraveling again.

There I go- losing what little grip I had

I’m clay swiveling around the potter’s wheel

No hands are holding me. Moulding me.

Oh dear. Oh dear.

I worked so hard to become more malleable.

Oh what a shame.

That’s what they’ll say.

I could be a vase but instead I’m just

Clay.

(c) Slumpless

 

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4 thoughts on “Clay

  1. serenspeaks February 10, 2017 / 11:28 pm

    Really enjoyed reading this, think it’s beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

    Liked by 1 person

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