I went through it all:
alcohol addiction, self harm, vaping,
getting high, depression, physical abuse, and mental abuse.
All of those things have molded me into the person I am now.
In ceramics you can take clay and form it into whatever you want
You can let it sit out for a week, but if you wet it, it will become reformable once again.
Only once you put your masterpiece-
good or bad,
into the kiln, it will harden.
Stuck into whatever the creator shaped it to be.
I am like clay
All of those things that have helped mold me into what I am now.
I don't know when, but at some point I was put in the kiln,
stuck in whatever shape I currently take.
How do I escape this fragile masterpiece?
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Poetry Collections
PoetryThis is a collection of most of my poems. There are haikus, cinquains, free verse, and a lot more. Thank you for taking the time to enjoy my poems!
