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A poem and essay
Like Blown Glass
Enduring the heat and pressures of life to become a masterpiece.
In moments not as rare as you think,
life attempts to refine the soul.
And like blown glass, shaped by the hands of time,
my dear, you must endure.
A vessel molded by fiery trials,
flames hot yet strength emerges.
Like blown glass, you display patterns,
in a mosaic of colors so pure.
Your spirit unbroken — not shattered,
even while friction polishes rough edges.
Like blown glass, your beauty’s uncompromised,
despite discomfort far beyond measure.
Potential awakens you, a work of art,
with wisdom etched upon the surface.
Like blown glass through the kiln of life,
You become the masterpiece formed under pressure.
Heat. Pressure. Change.
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