Blown Glass
The molten fire ablaze
The glass engulfing it, draped delicately like a glaze
Fire restlessly attacks, as the molding starts to commence
The fibers of the plastic slowly starting to condense
A sticky tar or moldable clay
Rests ever so subtly as the shape starts to stay
Forming a renewed defined figure immersed in new color and awe
As each piece stills so perfectly and the agonizing fires withdraw
The flames have dissipated and the structure stands unyielding
The result light, and airy
The process of healing
A transformation of something so dreary and tasteless
Into something so new, so pronounced, and so flawless
New vibrant color peaks its way through
Such an exquisite creation to lay eyes to
The structure and composition forever changed
And its elements and internal being has been re-arranged
A new radiance protrudes as its brilliance shines unbound and free
The beams of true rejuvenation pouring out for all to see
And through the pain and uncertainty
I have found the hidden illumination inside of me