we sing songs about
refiner’s fire
and being resculpted like clay
it sounds so good
but they don’t tell you
that fire burns --
worse than hot stovetops
and clay is twisted --
worse than braces without ibuprofen
the end is not in sight
most of the time
you loose perspective
but if you keep going
keep trying
even when it doesn’t make sense any more
you’ll make it
while fire burns
it purifies
while clay is twisted
it is shaped
you will become something
wonderful
if you let yourself