My Own Creator
This is a time in my life where I feel the most content
Not as much as when I was a kid
A smaller kid
and knew nothing but what I would eat that day
and who I would play with
That time in my life made it easy to be calm with time and its passing
Even excited by the idea of becoming something bigger than myself
Every day was an adventure because every day I legitimately learned something new
Some of those things were life-altering
When I realized my body wasn’t always going to be so weak
When I became aware of my mind's potential
When I saw how easily my hands took to my craft
I am not a person I dreamed of
or a hero I wished to become
I am a molded piece of clay
Sculpted by only my growing fingers
I am my own creator
Creating more than myself every day
I am proud to say I have begun the next chapter
The story after creation
The story of the journey
Comments
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on November 26, 2020:
This is a very intelligent and well-written poem. We are actually responsible for the person we become, so yes, we are our own creator in many ways. Thanks for sharing, Carlie.
manatita44 from london on November 26, 2020:
A loving and beautiful piece. Higher blessings!