Sculptress
She sculpts me
With word chisel
Pares away broken pieces
Reforms my cracked emotions
Shapes me into beauty
Bares my original nature
Hidden under layers of pain
Her gentle caring
Often tempered with tough lessons
Whose imprint lies deep within
Where feelings once dormant
Are breathed back into life
By her nurturing exhalations
Which heal the heart hurt
As years softly slide by
Into the abyss of memory