alabaster

who am I
without my losses
without my ghosts
to haunt the hours?
grief has carved me
sharply
since girlhood
with rasps
and chisels
unforgiving hammers
removing softness
all excess marble
until a woman
of alabaster
hollowed
shadowed
is all that
remains

© 2020 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

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