A Teen
I am like clay,
Impressionable and easily swayed.
My young mind is malleable to whatever is around me.
I have not yet been fired into an adult,
And many hands influence what I will eventually be.
Perhaps I will be purely for the joy of others -
-a vase or a statue.
Or, again, I might make myself useful -
-a cup or a bowl.
My soft heart must keep in constant motion
Or else it will harden and become cold.
My tears must flow freely
Or I will dry out and become an empty shell.
As of yet there is a faint outline of what I will be,
But my mind is confused and what was once a vase is now a bowl.
Yet there is hope
For I am clay
And I have not yet been fired.
ã 1997 Janelle K. Vargas