Clay Pot

All over the floor

The mess of the clay pot I made today

It was an accident

I was just smoothing out the rough edges around the rim

And making the body all nice and round

I even made a spout to pour out water

And a handle to hold the future pitcher properly

So unlike me, I'm thinking as my foot beats down on the petal

The wheel spinning this dirt red creation

From an ugly blob

Into beautiful art

Though I am not as beautiful as most say, the pot is a symbol of myself.

Over time, I was shaped

From an ugly little girl who was unsure about herself

To a confident young woman, bound for life outside of these walls of my prison

Little details were also added to me, just like they were added to the pot

And in the future, like the clay pot, I was going to have a purpose

I didn't even see it coming

The wheel was out of control and I tried to stop it

Using whatever I could reach

Trying my hardest to stop the dizzied wheel

Life is like the wheel that the pot was on

The pot and myself are at the hands of someone and something

And it took one little incident for that wheel to spin out of control

And before I could save my beautiful pot, it was on the ground, shattered and broken

At some time or another, humans are like that beautiful pot

They were turning into something beautiful and developed

Ready to face the world

But they just had to make ONE mistake and life spun out of control

To the point where they are on the floor, shattered, broken-hearted

And the Creator of this work of art could not do anything about it

Except weep

Weep for the pot that was going to serve a purpose one day.

I ask you this simple question: Are you going to be like that pot on the floor one day?

NOTE: Just something that popped up into my head. Hope it didn't suck...

BFQ