The cool slip of the potters clay

The thing about life

If you’re lucky

It persists

There is nowhere else to run to

When things get uncomfortable

Perhaps you try to evict yourself from your head

Choose some buffering experience instead

But in the end

We are here

Here we are

Until we are not anymore

So we are moulded

7 thoughts on “The cool slip of the potters clay

  1. I loved this! The poem reminded me of the realization about learning to love myself, because when there is no one else I still have me.
    The flow was great matching the sentiment of the sur-realness of its truth! have a wonderful week!

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