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.