The thing about life
If you’re lucky
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”
Great poem. You have to live with yourself and deal with your issues. I love the honesty in this verse.
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!
Thanks for reading and yes, having that solid base changes everything.
you are very welcome. it was a great read
you are welcome! It was worth the time. you are talented
Thanks, very kind of you to say🤟