I was the clay

You sat to mold

And in your embrace,

I was all you wanted

And more

And as you threw me

On the wheel

My edges became curves

And I was becoming pottery

A prized piece of art

Painted and fired

Set to stone in the kiln

Only to be admired

I was set on the very highest shelf

Put as an art gallery attraction

And when I was draped round your arm

That’s all I was, a piece

Of the latest fashion

And soon my curves were no longer pretty

Watered down and smoothed

Until I was no longer unique

No longer truly me

And I desperately wanted to break free

From your hands which molded me

But I couldn’t deny

With you there was saftey

I didn’t need to see anything unexpected

For you were all I needed

But if I’m just another piece of ceramic

Glimmering on your shelf

Who will I be when you’re no longer with me

No longer a perfect picture

A blessed family

So a tore my self out of your hands

And unexpectedly, I didn’t shatter

Instead the kiln that had forged me

Had made me stronger

I let myself be molded again

This time by my own hands

And vowed to myself

Never to be pushed into the whims

Of a selfish man