Uniquely Me

My life a sculpture that is being chiseled and shaped

Revealing more of my essence with each passing day

My vision of myself sometimes very different from what I am becoming

My will to stand still sometimes stronger than the one to keep running

There are times my mind struggles and lifts up perilous pleas

Days that I spend alone grovelling or praying on my knees

Yet the stronger I get I let go of more and more

I see parts of what shall be and once treasured pieces on the floor

The sound of the hammering deafening to my sensitive ears

Sanding and scrapping sometimes resulting in seasons of tears

But it is a cleansing a molding that i must endure

So that the real me thrives survives and is pure

I notice that there are parts more solid than some

Where my grasp is tighter and much more stubborn

And there there are minuscule sacrifices

That willingly I abandon these familiar vices

I am not sure in the end what for I will be

But I am sure that it will be uniquely me