i am unfinished,
unpolished marble,
my surface raw and marked by tools,
but i am strong,
standing tall,
unashamed of what i am,
of what i am becoming,
growing each day in ways i could never before see,
a new part of me coming alive,
until i am ready to leap from the block itself,
to walk where i will,
a breathing monument to the spirit of art,
confident and strong,
kind and gentle, too -
the expression of humanity in all its forms.
i may be unfinished and unpolished,
but i am still a work of art.