On Uncertain Times, In No Uncertain Terms

I haven't posted since a year ago.
When you're being formed, sometimes words take time to form. 

I don't know what I'm doing

or what I'm becoming.

I can't see what's ahead

more than two steps.

Sometimes I feel like a failure

even in the midst of success.

I've been up.

I've been down.

I've been pressed 

until I must change 

to survive.

But I've seen hints

of a beautiful form

and I know I'm becoming

something more.

So I surrender to 

the hands that craft me,

the eyes that see me,

the mind that designs me 

intentionally.

Because I never was the potter.

I always was the clay.