Molding Destiny — A Short Poem By Me
Sep 16, 2023
Uncertainty took over me, like a potter shaping the mud into something unique.
The vessel the potter imagined crafting now appears delicate, resonating with the failures I had.
If only I had grasped the artistry sooner if only I had shaped my skills in time.
Yet, sitting with shattered expectations and dwelling in regret won’t solve the problems.
Just like clay, it can be reworked. I must rise again, I will be stronger and affirm.
I hold the belief that my hands, guided by a newfound focus, can reshape everything.
With persistence and consistency, I spin not just the vessel but my destiny
-Iqra Tariq
