Carved into me like I was of stone
thousand folds of faults and corrections,
you sharpened my edges with your chisel
but I was softened in your absence.
Constant cutting and refining
until I was brought to life,
now I breathe in abstract form.
I've wore so many shades of colors
I've been given so many names
moved from corner to corner,
leaning on the waist of places.
Hanging silently
in endless contemplation.
I came from unfinished battles
but here I stand like I'm at peace.
A figure on a pause, stuck in time,
And I wonder, were you just a blue artist?
was I ever your masterpiece?
