FROM THIS MOUND OF CLAY

As life sometimes chisels away at the granite stone of my outer shell, chiseling away at the very core of my being human with feelings, and emotions and thoughts. Yet even as it chisels and digs into the mere, existence of my mind and heart and soul grabbing and physically, pulling at the skeleton of my bones that once were covered by the skin of my flesh. I still try to push on even with the tears from my eyes, and the broken fragments of bits and pieces, broken like shattered glass. Leaving behind inescapable thoughts that sometimes, flows through the deepness swirling within my soul screaming, even though no one hears my voice but me. For there has been days when I couldn't find the strength and courage, to want to get up as I rather just lay in bed hiding from the world. As I was unworthy of love and honor as the whispers of the hurt and pain, haunts me in the mist of the trails and tribulations that comes, from the deepness of the storms of life's experiences and existences. For I know it is through those transcending, moments and thoughts it is through you the most highest spiritual soul, I know I am and can be remolded and reshaped like a mound of clay. Even though I am only an face amongst many people who's life you made over, as I too became only an mound of clay waiting to be remolded, into something more stronger and better and beautiful beneath your hands.