She walks in shadows, soft and unseen,A fragile soul, caught in between.The mirror whispers lies she’s learned to believe,A world of standards she cannot achieve. She craves the light, the eyes, the praise,Yet feels unworthy in its gaze.She kneels before the sculptor’s hand,Begging to be shaped, to be remade. But beneath the surface, her heart … Continue reading Poem: Sculpted by the World