Forged in the furnaces of anger
Generational. Modeled. Hot. Sharp
The stuff I was made of unknown to me
Molded into a weapon
Not a tool
The smith purposed in their heart to shape me
Or maybe the heart of another was in play

Into what?
What was I suppose to be?
Am I malformed?
Instead of molding me into pruning shears
Did you make me a blade of war?
Do I have no say?
Can I not be reformed?
Is my only use the spilling of blood
The gutting of enemies?

This seems so far from the heart of the Maker

I want to be remade
Refashioned
Re-purposed
Reborn
Reformed

But I'm angry
You put me in the fires
Reforging
I rebel
White-hot
Down comes the hammer

This is the way
The only way
What song does the Smith sing while I linger in the fire?
Heated to the point of breaking
No, to the place of molding
Bending
Bend

What song does the Smith sing?
Not angry
Only passionate
Purposeful
Hammer, keep the time
Yielding
Yield