✨ The story of becoming♥️ ********* The clay was soft, a promise in the palm Of patient hands that knew no sense of calm He didn't stroke the surface, smooth and kind He pressed his thumbs deep into my mind And every flaw I’d carefully concealed Was pierced and punctured, brutally revealed I cried: "Why break what you could simply mold?" His silence was a story to be told. You are ready, ready for your best version This is the purpose behind the incision The shattering grace, the fierce and loving collision I am making you ready, ready for your best version. He let the critics come, their tongues like knives He stripped away my crutches from my life No fortress left to hide this fragile skin Just winds that threatened to come crashing in "Where is your mercy?" I would shout and plead While he just watched me plant a bitter seed And watered it with every fallen tear Until the truth began to crystal clear. You are ready, ready for your best version This is the purpose behind the incision The shattering grace, the fierce and loving collision I am making you ready, ready for your best version. For love that merely soothes can never build A spine of steel where once a willow thrilled He didn't want a statue, fair and faint He wanted a warrior, without complaint Who stands because she knows how to withstand Who loves because she's felt the maker's hand Not as a comfort, but a cleansing fire To burn away the chaff of faint desire. And now I stand, not polished, but complete The scars I bear have made me strong and fleet The voices echo, but they find no home Upon this ground my master's hands have sown I see the world with eyes he taught to see Not what attacks, but what can set me free And in the silence, finally I understand The deepest love is a disruptive hand. I am ready, ready for my best version It was the purpose behind the incision The shattering grace, the fierce and loving collision He made me ready... Now I rise, my own best version. ____@
