She thought…
She lost it all,
But unknowing at the time,
Gained the universe,

The pieces she held deep within,
Where set ablaze…

Now…not only the night embraces her,
The light bewitches, deep within her inner mass,
Burning out all the misery…

Her soul is the clay,
Being modeled, dried, and fired,
The light places its glazing, finishing touches,
As it fires into her beautiful vessel…

Now the longing is gone,
For what is not meant,

Sometimes she thinks it was all a dream,
But only a dream to set her free,
From her cage she lived in,
For far to long…

Now she passionately spins,
On the potter’s wheel freely…

~ by jbritt