Contrapposto

Soft to the touch like a porcelain doll

Delicate in nature and the essence of fragility

It abides in life so hollow, so empty, so expressionless.

This figure presents such poise, such grace,

But most cannot peer beneath its mask.

There lies frailty and a feeble soul.

So sensitive to the touch, you fear you could shatter it with one wrong look.

A remedy of rediscovery and recovery is next,

I think it’s time this figure returned to its feet

It’s time to find the balance in life between tension and relaxation

It’s time to have equilibrium once more

And it’s time to take a grounded stance

This figure has finally found it once more, its contrapposto.