Pottery

I am so many things.
So much makes up me.
Play dough morphing, changing colors.
Chameleon to many, able to adapt.
The many faces deem my role,
characters in life and playing the parts.
Real, but different from each other.
Teacher to mother, wife to writer.
We all are clay that changes
throughout its journey,
from soft to hard,
still able to trim off parts of our exterior,
hardened the outside circumstances.
Our glaze, shining, yet,
even then, we are fragile,
able to crack if dropped.
But, we are resilient and capable...
we shall continue on our road,
cracks and all,
All of the wear and tear,
Only adds to what is us,
the beloved creation that shines through.