My Sculptor
To My First Heartbreak
I’m a stone before you
I’ve never been dented into yet I am as beautiful and strong as marble
Sculptors have touched my surface yet never chiseled away
I’m a stone before you
You pick up your chisel and realize that while my appearance is marble I am as soft as clay
I’m clay before you
You mold me with your hands
I become what you make me, with your delicate hands you now have the power to break me
I’m an art piece before you
You place me in your oven and with your passionate fire you solidify the art piece I’ve become
You take me out of your flames, hold my beauty in your hands and realize the fragile piece I now am and with the release of your grip on me
I’m broken pieces before you
(2015)
