Finding Worth in Failure
I drowned the clay with water, but it refused to mold.
My fingers pinched into the clay, but it did not rise as I desired.
After many attempts, it remained nothing but a lump of clay.
All I wanted was to prove my worth like I said I could.
Suddenly, my determination overpowered my defeat.
The ball of clay was placed onto the wheel’s center,
water droplets were sprinkled, and my fingers dug into the clay’s core,
adding pressure to the sides.
With each spin, it gained curves and character.
What was once imperfect became beautiful.
I made my first pot.