Temperance

Poetry

How do I bend back?

These years have hardened me

Rigid, brittle

Rust on the edges

You see Steele

But I am breakable:

Words, lack of words

Care, lack of care

Forgetting, being forgotten

They change my form

And I stay bent that way

But today, all failures in the Forge

You do not recognize me:

Bonds nearly broken

Disfiguration

Transformation

Into the open air

Alchemy, realized

Poised alloy

Full color spectrum

Malleable, yet strong

This is my temperance