born of soft clay 
placed upon a wheel 
spun through time
in the cycle of life
the hand holding
the power within
keeping me from caving
keeping me strong enough 
to withstand life’s beatings
imperfections smoothed out through time
life’s rough times molding me
into the vase I am 
the one I am meant to be                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    