Fired Clay

Fired Clay – Jacqueline Nash

My head thrown on to the potters wheel,
pressed, squeezed and pulled.
We are malleable,
our minds easily manipulated.
Our pasts sculpture us;
events beyond our control
change us in subtle ways,
mould us into who we become.

My heart thrown on to the potters wheel,
pressed, squeezed and pulled.
We are fragile,
our hearts can easily be broken.
Life’s journey can fire us
with passions of love and hate,
we are clay,
and like fired clay,
we can become damaged goods.

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