A Poem: Clay

you're the gifted sculptor
and he is your prized masterpiece
and you mold him like
you would clay
into the shape of your choosing

you shape away his faults
those little nicks and dents and quirks
that you think mar his face
and you leave what you think is beauty
in their place

it's hard for him to even care to dream
when his desires
are picked away
left to fall to the ground
remnants of aspirations and hope

but you try not to mind how he feels
because you know it's for the better
and you know that one day
he will be your pride and joy
and he will be admired by everyone

you ignore that his smile
grows a little smaller
with each passing day
and how he seems to wilt into himself
like a dying flower

one day your masterpiece is completed
the clay has hardened
and it stands
golden and bright
under the sun

you admire him
and invite everyone
you know
to come and see
what you have created

but your smiling face
soon turns uneasy
when you notice the droplets
of salty water
in his eyes 

and soon you are wailing
because at the touch of your hand 
on the cold statue
it shatters in front of everyone
breaking into a thousand little pieces



  1. This is absolutely beautiful <3

    - Jo

  2. This is so amazing. You're such a talented poet :-)

    ~ Rukiya

  3. Wow, I feel like there's a story behind this poem.. And that ending caught me by surprise. Things are always deeper than they seem.

  4. I definitely agree wth the previous comment that there is a story behind this poem. I know a magician never reveals his secrets...but will you as a poet reveal your inspiration for this magical poem? I'd love to hear what inspired this beautiful writing!


    1. I wrote this about how society tries to mold people (especially kids and teens!) to act or be a certain way.
      Thank you!

  5. Omg! I love this poem.

  6. GLORIOUS!!! and TOUCHING!!!
    you are amazing with the harmony of words and thoughts my dear!

    1. Thank you! That means a lot to me!

  7. I definitely feel like you're writing something with a deeper underlying meaning that isn't explicitly stated? <3 My favorite kinds of art.

    xoxo Abigail Lennah

    1. Thank you, Abigail.
      I like to read writing like that, too, because then the reader is left to their own interpretation.


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