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.