Malleable --able to be hammered or pressed permanently out of shape without breaking or cracking --easily influenced; pliable I am malleable. Like tin. A can without its label. Once full of nourishment And possible poison. Void of frills, lacking complexity. Empty, discarded. I am malleable. Like gold. A ring worn on a finger. Full of promise And sorrow. Void of adornment, lacking whomever. Meaningless, in a pile of jewels. I am malleable. Like silver. A second place medal. Full of triumph And loss. Void of first place, lacking assurance. Worthless, in a sea of runner-up winners. I am malleable. Like iron. Born from stars. Full of purpose And history. Void of gentleness, lacking lust Exposed, creating a scattering of rust. I am malleable. Like an innocent child. Made in passion. Full of potential And woe. Void of control, lacking direction. Naïve, needing love.
Allison was touched with the turnout for a Tuesday. She stood motionless, trying to understand it all. Her senses were amplified in a strange and peculiar way. The people around her seemed to be focused on their own tasks, going about them as though they were the only ones faced with this reality. There were a few men, one or two with a cane in hand, carrying plastic planters full of mums, headed to their marked destinations. Several women, with their balled up tissues occasionally dabbing at their eyes, were kneeling as if praying. Their somber faces exposed their own journey. Off in the distance, a backhoe could be heard breaking the ground, trying to perform its task with as little disruption as possible, unsuccessfully. The smells were a mixture of both fresh and stale, crisp air mixed with corn rotting on the stalk from a nearby field. It was too early to be called autumn, but too late to be considered summer. She often referred to that time of year as the beginning of