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