Statue

I woke up one day, no longer a child, not quite a woman. The pieces I was made up of shattered over night and splintered through my heart. I was left gaping, chest clenching, heaving, as everything good melted away. and the bad stuck to my bones like tar - Hot and heavy and angry. My hands reached out - for purchase - For someone to help me but they came back empty. And as the pain cooled with my tears, I fell into a dreamless sleep. And there I have remained. And here I will stay Forever, for always. A statue frozen in time, In a moment I can’t escape. In a horror that will never fade. A darkness that has consumed all that I once was. The joy and wistfulness Of childhood and hope stolen and replaced with a dull glow at the end Of an ever-expanding tunnel. The closer to it I get, the farther I fall. I am a statue, cracking and crumbling, and though, through ragged crevices, light shines, it remains that beneath it all, The blistering tar has overtaken all that I was or ever will be.