The Potter.

This clay pot doesn't
look the way I want it to.
Its once malleable feel
now has decided to harden.
No longer can I mold it.
The surface too hard for
water to turn soft again.
An outer shell created to
protect its imperfections.

I try to mold it anyway,
because that's what I do
when I see something that
I could possibly fix.
A lot of effort and love going
into this piece, even
if it refuses to budge.
I somehow think my love
would get around its tough surface.

The clay won't budge.
Any attempts to mold
simply damage the pot even more.
Now I don't know what to do.
Do I get up and leave this pot?
To let its imperfections build up
until it crumbles to dust?
Do I keep trying to save it only
to turn into the cause
of its new damage?

I get up from my seat.
Stare at the pot one last time.
Then I take my leave.

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