I once thought I had everything in my hands
Looking at the perfectly carved face in front of me
I thought to myself
I made this
And it is lovely
And then those perfectly chiseled features
Slipped through my hands
Shattering around my feet
While I sunk to my knees
I picked up the shards
Hands shaking
Fingers bleeding
I held the tiny pieces close
Not willing to let them go
I swept them into a tiny box
Lined with silk and down-feathers
Plucked from my own soul
I sealed the lid
Closing away pieces of my heart with it
Holding it like a casket
Yet unwilling to bury it
But then over the following years
Dust settled over my box
I danced around it, waltzing
With life
And as I waltzed
The dirt around my toes shifted
Until my box could no longer be seen
Now there is nothing left of my box
Nothing but a small mound
A monument
Standing quietly
It reminds me of what I once had
Something that I made
But not me alone
It was customized by heaven
Fitted to my hands
And then blown away when it’s time was done
So when I look at that little mound
I smile
I remember what once was mine
But instead of standing for hours
Wishing to hold it once more
I blow a kiss and waltz away
Ready to begin a new masterpiece