Dissociating Little Angel

There is a statue lying perfectly still in a lovely garden.

She’s beauty carefully dug out of marble.

Roses with thorns grow around her figure.

Ivy trails along her arms holding her firmly to the dirt.

There is a pedestal where she use to stand.

Shes fallen and dares not to resume her place.

Tears trail from her stone eyes.

They flow like a stream

and roll off her cheeks feeding the impetuous flowers.

Day after day shes visited by animals.

Sweet, moral, beautiful animals. 

They drink her tears

and wait patiently

tragically

for her to resume her place.

Shes made of marble and glass.

Threatening every moment to shatter.