Feb 11, 2018 | Rating : | Written by Julz Till
Untitled Poem #1 Read Count : 132

Category : Poems

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Oh God,
Make of me what you will?
I am but a lump of clay 
In your skilled hands. 
And although I have survived many a condition,
These storms have but made me
Easier to mold. Adding resilience to my being and a somber strength to my one day finished soul.
However, without your touch,
I'd remain simply a lump of clay.

Comments

  • Julz Till

    Julz Till

    Thank you much for the feedback. This is my 1st coming outs into the world of writing. most appreciated.

    Feb 11, 2018

  • Alecia Cervantes

    Alecia Cervantes

    you are most welcome

    Feb 12, 2018

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