I am a vase
I have a set purpose
And loose instructions
I am decorated
I hold no threatening hand
And yet I am used for the benefit
I am used wisely, correctly
I am an envelope
I hold a variety of things
A gift, a loving word
Poison
I hold no gun to your head
And yet you still use me best
My purpose is carried through
I am a dress
I change sizes and shapes
I reflect a multitude of colors
I am always beautiful
I sneak no knife into your side
But I am still worn to adorn
I am still decorative and dazzling
You break me
Set me afire
Rape me
I am fragile
I am flammable
I am controllable
But you will not beat me:
I can be glued together
My ashes sent to glorious sights
I will heal
Obstacles are set in our way
Only to make us grow in faith
In strength
In experience
I am a veteran
I am your enemy
I am your prisoner
And yet from you I have learned
And I will revolt
And I will win
Now I know my enemy
This knowledge I have grasped in my mind
And my enemy is myself
