I am aware of this body of mine,
All the while slipping through unending time.
Held here by chains I was bound long ago,
Helplessly hoping that somehow you’d know.
You watch me in silence and I feel you near,
Constantly with me, even in fear.
You’ve placed upon me, my cross that I bear,
Even through tragedy I know you care.
Always perfecting the work from the start,
Like clay to the Potter, Im your work of art.
So mold me and shape me with your loving hands,
Make me into something I can understand.
Todays best new poem was written by Mallory Morgan
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