A Mudpot, Am I
A mudpot, am I.
Shaped with earthly clay
grated-smooth and powdered
by previous-experiences, retired.
The clay was softly moistened
with the tears; the same experiences gave me.
My designing is complete
and I carry melted memories-neat.
Yet, my Potter himself; breaks me
to reshape me with harder experiences, repeatedly.
For this reason my customer, who is my own present
denies to take me as her own and aint filling me
with the life-giving water-talent and ability;
to quench the constant thirst of her's, caused by
few of her unfulfilled-dreams those really-matter.
Please, do stop breaking me, Potter .
Please, provide me, a durable capacity
to carry her wet dreams, thereby let me satisfy her.