Long Live Those Sculpted

Glory to my potter.

I am strategically placed— free forming clay, and every day thus far I have been gifted the opportunity to co-create anew.

With every ounce of vulnerability within me;

I am ashamed to say that I have not always

seen the present as a gift; therefore I've

missed a few days being fully aware and

grateful of the opportunities that have been

presented to me. I cursed my environments,

the poison that surrounded me left my

bloodstream contaminated with ill

substances. My eyes bloodshot. Voice nearly mute due to the rubble I've been covered by. I heard them converse in a plethora of ways— determining various locations where I could meet my end. Giving all glory to the 1 whose image I am created in; somewhat or somehow makes me eternal. It seems as though, even with predetermined timelines; we are every bit of immortal. I pray the best of me is remembered and held closely.

Long live us — Long live them

Long live me — Long live you