I have been the ice, surrendering to sculptors.

Enduring chips away, remindful marks left forever.

 

Shapeless sheen, no curve or edging off-limits,

Eager child, trusting every word off those lips.

 

Unable to recognize the reflection I now have,

instead shift focus to the accepting smile shining back.

 

I am your beautifully crafted creation,

unaware of the heat bubbling, rising within.

 

For a moment, this is planned perfection.

But the shape soon shifts to chilly prison.

 

Blazing breath bated, hoping to hold this form,

A drop soon drips, then another, to the floor.

 

Time chiseled alongside you, changed the pattern you desired,

And from the warmth and weathering, I surrendered to my fire.

 

Carved impressions will linger, as I struggle to stand tall.

Fading not forgotten, I could not help but reflect you all.

 

via Daily Prompt: Craft