Sculpture

Sculpture prose poem

Sculpture prose poemPhoto by pviojo


Identity is a sculpture
Sculpted by force
Internally
Externally
By choice

We are born blocks
Our guardians make the first mark
They share the chisel with others
With society
And the work in progress is put on display

How it looks is out of our control
For awhile
The chisel becomes yours over time
And you make who you are from what has been formed

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