My Sculpture

I shape this nearly empty body

And the self within –

Molding, squeezing, pushing, pulling,

Creating the woman I long to be.

The clay is stubborn,

And I don’t have full control;

Family, friends, media, limitations –

Influence and change my shape.

For better? For worse?

I’m not sure I know.

I can only hope that my sculpture

Will be worthy of my pride.