What are you crafting with this lump of clay?
I thought you were already creating something...and I liked what it was shaping into...
A mother. Wife. Woman.
Now you've smashed it all down and have begun anew.
This is painful!
It hurts
What was wrong with the original plan. Was it SO flawed?
Well...we Both know the answer to that.
What if I don't want to do this anymore?
What If I can't see the point?
We BOTH know you aren't going to give me glance at the finished product -- to give hope to endure the process of being remade.
Or Maybe you have...But IF you have I can't really remember tonight.
In fact, The friction between your hands and this clay is such that if you don't give some relief soon...
well...YOU are the potter. I am the clay. Help. Me. Yield.
