I am but clay in the hands you've molded,
A vessel shaped by your divine will,
Formed from earth and air, a creation beholden,
To the likeness of kings, to heavenly heights I still.
Confessions spill as I gaze upon your word,
Refreshing streams of truth wash over me,
Awakening from suppression, my soul stirred,
From depths of depression, I finally see.
An accomplice to my own undoing,
Victim of my self-inflicted pain,
Dreams obscured by shadows, mind's pursuing,
A virus of doubt, my spirit to restrain.
Haunted by regrets, enslaved by mind's folly,
Clutching memories that turn to foes,
Love's elusive grasp, a hollow melancholy,
Heart bruised, weary from endless blows.
But within this broken vessel lies a truth,
The Potter's hands have shaped me whole,
From flaws to bylaws, from pain to proof,
In the Creator's embrace, I find my soul.
By Chevvi
"Dose of Chevvi" isn't just a blog; it's my heart spilled onto the digital pages, fueled by my passion and unwavering dedication. Here, each word is carefully crafted to captivate and inspire, offering you a glimpse into my unique perspective. Through a mix of creativity and raw authenticity, I share my journey of personal growth, wellness, and positivity.
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