a beautiful vase
in the making
watching the world
spin round
at every turn
life is there
to beat me
to shape me
make me
into who I am to be
I sit here waiting
for the world
to stop spinning
for life’s beatings
to finish
until then
I sit strong
with the support full hand within
but another vase on display
on the wheel of life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem