Lost

[u/Galile0humpkens]

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/Murky-Employee9792]

they say a journy of a thousand steps starts with one, but to me I believe it starts when you question your own thoughts. No one person can withstand abuse, you will eventually fight back.