Dancing with Statues
Nov 4 · 1 min read

Head held high, goal defy
Stature short, deny consort
Flesh turned stone, deity grown
Peace within me, freedom to thee
Start with the rivets, in neat order lain
Once proudly supported, now rust and strained
Move to the die, then sand till worn
The words past sweet, today laced scorn
Grasp Hope’s hammer and Cupid’s chisel
Memory’s marble shall cease to startle
Slow erosion, rain tears can drizzle
While removing the faded rose laurel
At long last, behold the bare base
The final link to erase all trace
From the ashes of regret spawns a new dawn
The icon in my breast, never quite gone.
