Poetry & Art

I am not Clay

by Maggie Watson • July 1, 2024

Into this skin I was born, broken I became.
I am not clay.
Should I now beg to be accepted
or present myself to the world for society to dictate?
How I should look or what I must wear.
I cannot be moulded or shaped.
Never ask me to paint over my mistakes.
But even broken pottery looks beautiful when you
put the pieces back together again.
Not that I think I am beautiful in any way.
For that is in the eye of the beholder, whose sight I cannot change.

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by Maggie56

I was born in Cape Town, South Africa.
I now live in Scotland.
I have CFS which is a very debilitating/unpredictable illness.
I began writing in 2020 at the start of the Pandemic.
At that point, I had no idea it would play such a huge part in my life as it does now!
In 2021 I self-published my first collection of poetry and have since self-published three others.
My writing is now much more diverse than when I began.
I draw a lot on her life experiences when writing, so my poems can be raw.
But I feel that makes my work more relatable to the reader.
I am also a volunteer at Barnardos.uk
I enjoy walks in nature and solo travel.
For more examples of her writing visit her blog.
https://wordpress.com/home/poetrybymaggiewatson.uk

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