You shaped me
I was untouched clay
With your hand I was perfect
You dropped your weight
And let me slip
I lay fractured
You can't pick me up
Mend me
Fill my cracks with gold
So I'll do it myself
I'm the creator of my own gold
I'm the master of my own perfection
You played your part in my shape
Now I need to part
I need to let go of my misery
I need to let go of you
Forget, never
Simply live on my own shelf
I'm no longer yours.
I. Am. Mine.
You were never mine
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Author:
MJ (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 3rd, 2017 16:54
- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by recent events and words of wisdom from Eddie vedder
- Category: Reflection
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