Ceramic

[Dead-Aim]

I don't come here as much as I need to, but I try to every so often.

I've come this time to post a poem I have written

Ceramic

Fires harden me
Earth shatters my soul,
Held upon my own I stand

Shape me, mold me
Use me, complete me
My life is in the Potter's hands
For he holds my very existance

Fashion me into a thorn, for piercing a side
Though I'd proabally break on contact

Fashion me as a crown, for standing on a brow
But not so elegant am I.

Shattered thorn, poor man's crown,
Either I may be, but as I am made
I shall be made to stay, this is my only being

My life is in the Potter's hand.

Create me, destroy me
It's up to the Potter's hand

My essence is only to be
Whatever I am created to be
Until the day I shatter.

[ShiroiHikari]

hey, I remember you, long time no see. :]

good job on the poem.