The blackened pot sits atop the flame
The yellow flame, unrefined and defiling
Defiling the silver coating, hiding the luster
The luster, the very essence of the pot’s beauty
Beauty now tainted, a surface that once shimmered
Shimmered with radiance, is now coated with soot
Soot, from too little oxygen to burn completely,
Completely, the wood glows blue- pure, preferred
Preferred, it burns the hottest.
The blackened pot sits atop the flame,
The yellow flame, despised and condemned
Condemned, nothing good expected from it
From it, we look only for ugliness and dirt
Dirt, because nothing that ugly can be useful
Useful it is- because from the blackened pot
Comes forth the white pap.
Author’s Note: Do you feel worthless? Useless? Weighed down by your past? There is still a lot of good inside of you. There is hope! Look inside of you and bring forth that treasure hidden inside!