a poem i wrote a few years ago, that still rings true...
Shaping
Broken… past all hopes of repair
Broken… pieces taken til I’m naked and bare
Broken… my insides seeping out of me
Broken… so I can become who I am to be
Spinning… out of control I seem to whirl
Spinning… reflections of a woman and then of a girl
Spinning…my mind like a movie reel
Spinning… round and round on the Potter’s wheel
Molding… a lump, a shapeless form
Molding… through rain, through wind, through storm
Molding… words spoken. fragments fall into place
Molding… what was broken has now found grace
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