Shaping

When it comes to growing up..

Nothing beats being kicked out of

your home,

your state,

and your country.

And starting over completely in an entirely different environment.

I like to think that I am like a slab of wet clay on a potter’s wheel.

If the wheel keeps turning,

If I’m constantly moving,

If there’s always a hard pair of hands lovingly shaping me..

I’ll get out of the fire..

Harder

Stronger

More Beautiful.


Than I was.

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