I am but a vessel of truth.
It is all that I am and all that I know.
My truth may diverge from others,
Yet it is mine and lives within me.
I am but a vessel of hatred.
Dwelling within that basest part of me.
Surreptitiously it hides beneath the surface,
It is denied the right to control me.
I am but a vessel of love.
That better part of who I am.
Shared with those held dear,
But too often displayed sparingly.
I am but a vessel of hope.
Those better things and better days.
These are dreams unfulfilled,
Though desired in the promise of tomorrow.
I am but a vessel of memories.
Cherished days and episodes.
Stored away within my heart,
Recalled with longing and fondness.
A day is destined to arrive,
And it may not be that far away,
When I escape the bonds of life,
To dwell here no longer.
Yet all that is within me remains,
All that makes me who I am,
Will continue to endure,
For all that will be gone is the vessel.