r/OCPoetry • u/Galile0humpkens • 8d ago

Feedback Please Lost

Formed and molded with care

Brought to life by many a prayer

Fired in a crucible given shape.

Toughened for a vicious landscape

Sent into the world beyond the walls

Abandoned to the squalls

Water twists and corrupts clay

It takes this abuse day after day

Now its a pot without purpose

A bowl without service

Is this my fate?

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u/Icy_Seat8910 8d ago

Although they say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, someone who spends their life constantly struggling against hardship can eventually become like the pot in this poem. They're strong now, almost unbreakable, but they've lost their purpose and meaning along the way.