WE THRIVE IN THE CRUSHINGA Poem by CassieThe porter Remakes and
makes the pot Until his
intention is achieved Sometimes
the porter gets satisfied Other times
he doesn’t When the pot
gets a crack The porter smooth-ens
it Or remakes
the whole pot According to
his specs The remaking
isn’t nice I imagine
how the pot feels Being crushed
again and again Then being
smoothed And worse of Taken to the
fire The crushing The remaking The smoothing The drying
in the fire is painful to the pot I imagine When a chick
is hatching out It crushes
the shell of the egg to come out I imagine it
must be painful for the egg A seedling Before it
sprouts out It must
burst out of its shell For the seed
to grow And become a
fruit Or something
of substance I imagine
the crushing must be painful for the seedling So understand
this It is in the
Dirt In the fire In the
crushing That we
thrive © 2019 CassieAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on November 4, 2019 Last Updated on November 4, 2019 AuthorCassieNAIROBI, CHRISTIAN, KenyaAboutme....lets see, firstly let me say me changes over time and I had to rub what was there before because a lot has changed in me. I have grown wiser and older and if you want to know more about me, it i.. more..Writing
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