The potters hands

by cowgirlstar26   May 28, 2005



She lies awake at night crying out to god
Praying that someone will come and hold her near.
Does anyone hear her as she lies alone and sobs?
She wanders through life helplessly overcome by fear.

Only a few know what's inside her.
Each day she hides how she feels with a mask.
Reality hits her in a giant blur.
Will she ever know a love that will last?

Stricken and alone she now again stands.
She is once again small as she crawls back into the
potters hands.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Connie

    I liked this very much ~ the poem and the title!

  • 18 years ago

    by Lenny

    If you appreciate constructive crits and comments, Im filled with them...
    I like this, you have a wonderful vocabulary and a gift to use it to your advantage. You have a real talent to manage your feelings and structure your poems this well. The first verse is a bit dragged out though the rhyming pattern is good and the words seem to fit together extremely well. Dont change it, I just feel that sometimes making a poem rhyme causes the reader to read it as though it should rhyme....which its supposed to...but it lowers their opinion of it when they read-stumble.
    Im going to stop now..

  • 18 years ago

    by kiesha

    That was truly beautiful. I can relate to this poem too. You're a good writer. Thanks for commenting on mine, and just to let you know, yes, I did put that song to music. Take care!
    ><> Kiesha

  • 18 years ago

    by Britney

    Awwl.. very different topic! thats what makes it so awesome.. and you are a very talentd writer. 5/5!

  • 18 years ago

    by jencam

    really well written. The ending was perfect, nice symbolism.
    (thanks for the comments on mine!)

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