• I am the sculpture unfinished
    The image of beauty
    Being cut into stone
    So ever slowly

    I can not see in myself
    What there is too be
    For as the words chisel away
    I try to brittle the art in place

    I do not wish to be seen
    The art will be wasted upon me
    I stay as cold and hard as I can
    To deter the sculpting man

    For you can not hurt a stone unseen
    You can not break a heart untouched
    You can not hurt me
    If I don’t let you smooth my surface

    So I will forever be
    As unfinished as I can
    To be left alone
    Unbroken...