I am Clay

I am Clay

I wait patiently for the right person to take me in their gentle grip.  In the right hands, I am free to express myself.  To show my beauty.  

With the right touch, I can be built up, made strong.  I am given the allowance to simply radiate with near perfection and happiness.  

Everything hinges on my creator and how he chooses to mold me.

In the wrong hands, you could be built up one minute and begin crumbling the very next.  In the wrong hands, there's not much care or thought in making you who you are.  You're not sculpted with gentle, caring hands.  There's no thought as to your outcome and how you might affect others.  

In the right hands, you can stand solid.  In the wrong hands, there are holes in your character.  

So who's molding you?  Who's building you up?  Who's tearing you down?

Who's hands are you in?

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

This reminds me of how I would feel as a kid, losing at the game of "Chutes & Ladders"
Not sure why it pulls that memory up. But the feeling of always being coaxed to go down one way and then having to fall down and then climb back up. The feeling of never having any control at the outcome of the journey.
I think perhaps that's why I don't play board games much as an adult! lol

Great Ink! Thanks for sharing!
Aaron

[smurfett]

Thanks Aaron. That's funny!! Isn't it strange how certain things can trigger memories or emotions in someone and something totally different in others? I'm glad you liked it. Thanks for reading :)

[Wolfwind]

My pleasure Tina. =)

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing use for clay. I like the way you gave clay reason and purpose. I agree with the logic of the poem. Love is built by kindness and can be destroyed being abused by the wrong hands. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Lobster Goldberg]

I love those questions you end with. That is something everyone needs to think about.. who is molding your life? And do you really want them to?
Another great poem from you! :)

[smurfett]

Thank you for your read Lobster.....You are too kind...:)

[Lobster Goldberg]

Im not thaaaat kind :) I just like good writing :)

[smurfett]

Aha....and bashful too......lol thank you my friend...

[Kaya]

Wow, this is the best piece I've read here in a long time. Its so beautiful and so meaningful, to me at least. It reminded me of my Mum, and how much i miss her. You have so much skill as a writer. I loved it.

[smurfett]

Thank you Kaya...funny you say it reminds you of your mother. The memory of my mother inspired me. My mom has been gone just over 22 years now. Very young when she passed. I'm glad you enjoyed it!

[Kaya]

I think the best mothers always are an inspiration. :)

[smurfett]

I agree....=)

[Kaylor Mason]

That's a very good question, for each and every one of us . . . I have to wonder "Who do I hold up? Who do I mold?" hmmm . . .

[smurfett]

Thank you for reading. I wish everyone would take a minute or so and ask themselves that. I still have to at times. =)