born of soft clay <br />placed upon a wheel <br />spun through time <br />in the cycle of life <br />the hand holding <br />the power within <br />keeping me from caving <br />keeping me strong enough <br />to withstand life’s beatings <br />imperfections smoothed out through time <br />life’s rough times molding me <br />into the vase I am <br />the one I am meant to be<br /><br />Scarlet .....<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-but-a-vase-part-1/
