Clay

You mold me

and shape me

into this beautiful,

flawless artifact

for everyone to see.

Next, you break me,

shatter me,

into these tiny

pieces

of desire and fear.

Maybe, just maybe,

you feel sorry 

and you soak me

in your tears. 

You rebuild me

smoothing out the cracks

and putting my peices

together, like an 

eccentric puzzle set.

You've broken

and built me

all at once.  

Reviews

[LKBillips]

I like the imagery of this poem. Very well thought out. I think you meant "pieces" though.
Keep writing!

[k.s.]

Thank you for catching that! And thank you for the kind words.

[aspen]

this is beautifully written, great job

[Phill Oz O'fee]

If I were cynical, I would interpret your metaphorical word structure as discribing a control freak - they break and remodel their victims - taking care the outside world does not see the hurt. Fascinating read - well written... :-)

[k.s.]

Thank you for the review! You're free to interpret in anyway you feel is right that's why I write in the first place :)