Crucible

As I struggle

through the

Crucible of Life,

I now realize

that its heat

forged a

crucible inside.

Filtered and clean,

I simmer within,

waiting to be

poured out,

but still protected

by its steely

sides.

This path

has been no

random thing.

Somewhere, the

mold lays, waiting,

to give me shape.

With a flash of heat,

a spill of molten beads,

soon, I will cool

and be

fully made.


© CGT, 2018.

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