Shaped

rebmasters

It’s hard to let go of a part of who you are.
I have been shaped by you;
moulded, blasted, hammered,
repurposed to someone quite new.

All it takes is a touch;
feather-light & aching.
You view me through a dark glass
or a small opening.

Never the full panorama,
it would be too much to behold;
kids told not to stare at the sun
for fear of catching cold.

A part of me will leave with you,
like a fire left to burn out.
Can ashes be relit?
Yours to wonder & mine to doubt

  • Author: rebmasters (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 17th, 2021 12:28
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • myself and me

    "Can ashes be relit?"
    We always imagine it could. Sadly, it has long gone.
    Well penned.



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