Hi! Here's another biographical poem I had to write for school. This one
is focused on how my practice of Buddhism has changed my path in life from
being shaky and unstable to being clear and sublime. Peace!

My room was full of glass
Vases balancing, delicate
Under streaming lights
Sparkling
Transient and pale
I could not move
Fear cast shadows
Through each frail form
Fear of myself
If I slipped
The vases would shatter
And everyone would know I was a fool
If I held them too tightly
They would crackle like ice under foot
And splinter into jeweled shards
Slashing my fingers
I cried, and hid
Since that time I cleaned my room
Replacing the egg shell forms
With what is really here
Concrete and sublime
I now walk with peace
Knowing the truth will not fall away
Steps with purpose cannot falter