I am a Vessel of Change
A poem of self-discovery
In the mirror's gaze, I stand, a vessel true,
Not a gem to adorn, but a soul to renew.
I am not meant to follow one set decree,
For my path is my own, and my heart is too free.
I am a vessel of change, this truth I embrace,
A canvas of life, where my dreams find their place.
A spirit within me, forever in flight,
Growing, evolving, in the day and the night.
I won't be confined to another's design,
For my purpose in life is solely mine.
I'll tread uncharted paths, discover my song,
In the symphony of life, where I truly belong.
I am not here to change the world entire,
But within my own soul, I'll light the fire.
To shape my own destiny, I shall endeavor,
With the strength of my spirit, I'll cherish forever.
So remember, I am not a gem on display,
But a human being, finding my way.
A vessel of change, on this journey I'll steer,
To live life authentically, without fear.
About the Creator
Alice B. Schellinger.
Hostess of the SchellingtonGrin Podcast. Writer of poems, short stories, articles, and reviews. Support the SchellingtonGrin Podcast on Spotify and connect with me here and on other socials to be part of the Community
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Comments (2)
Alice, this is beautiful and so well expressed. I can relate to every word, every line. Incredible. Bravo 💕🙂
Interesting lines. The personification in the opening line, "the mirror's gaze", is stirring a metaphor. And change itself seems referred to as a source of truth, a guide for the speaker here. What the truth is could be so many things; the interpretations are endless depending on the reader. Personally, "I am not a gem on display" felt nostalgic. I have an old poem that speaks on the untouched aesthetic of letting gems be as they are. Thanks for that. Ciao. :)