Remodeling
If who I was a year ago
Was to be compared to myself today
Who I was
Was molten,
Floating on this hot air
Of still having time to hover
Suspended in liquid potential
Free from molding myself
Into some specific model of adulthood
Time has crept by and I
Was not ready for the hiss
Of dwindling childhood
Or the steam
Of dreams unfulfilled
Wafting away
Under the constant
Torrent of time
I have hardened
While still trying to float
Like I was molten
I do not think it
A good transition
I failed to file out imperfections
Of what I could do
Versus what I actually do
So I guess that now
A year later
I have learned to hold myself differently
More aware of imperfections
That I have been
Sculpted of
And ask more keenly
“What is it exactly
That I am working on?”