A Work In Progress

April 29, 2013

Please excuse my hard exterior For I see you have to chisel slow In order to force through me To form the creation in your mind That you see Please excuse the mess that I make As you chip away my excess In order to get rid of the mistakes To create the creation in your mind At whatever the risk may take Please excuse the cracks in me As I age through rough weather and storms But you smooth away my damaged surface To fulfill the creation in your mind And to show me my purpose Please excuse me, for I am me For I'm like the statue and you are my sculptor I am a work in progress

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Geovanni123Apr 29, 2013

Thank you so very much. This was from my pov and I was in a moment where I wasn't sure about myself (looks, personality, etc.), but something hit me and told me that I'm fine just the way that I am and that God created me to be this way. No need to change the image he created just to satisfy others :)

Witness-of-the-FaithApr 29, 2013

Very good. I understand this very well. Your writing is strong, I can feel the vibes underneath. If this is from your own pov, maybe, you should shape yourself. Often times, others try to change you to make you how they want you to be. That's not always healthy. Comments on life aside, Bravi! Wonderful Verse.