12/13/2015
This wire—twisted and bent,
Unrecognizably distorted,
from years of unforgiving abuse.
Transfigured, transformed,
shaped in the vision
of his tortured creator.
We flatten, straighten
but can never truly
remove the permanent deformations
which taunt us.
However, we can reshape
this wire—into something
more beautiful.
The kinks will remain
to remind of us
of our blemished past.
But the shape is that
which we choose.
That which fits our vision.
Not peering through
the lens into the past,
but creating our own image
for the future.