Ode to Wet Cement

sometimes you're just stuck

Bound to our nature
We refuse to grow. We are frightened by change. And we hide from adaptation.
We flee all that which may help us become a new, joined inseparably to that which we were, that which we are, that which keeps us stagnant in a world so dynamic
 Pain. Hurt. Sorrow.
these, supposed to change us and teach us, so often leave us frozen in time, frozen in place, frozen in self.
Logic tells that hurt teaches us about ourselves. Shows us what happens if we cannot adapt
Yet we stay in the present, with eyes wandering back to the past, activating our tear ducts.
The only thing we can bear to change is the expression which we wear. Not all at one, but rather slowly, as the smile fades as sorrow weighs your lips down into a frown. The weight may subside but as it often is with change, forward is the only direction to move. There is no reverting to the smile that once was. You take on a shape encompassing and depicting the numbness you are left with.
A numbness that will never change.
Human nature holds you still. Numbness fills your soul.
Molded like clay, now hardened by the furnaces of the love you have lost.
Numb is all you have
Numb is all you are
That's the truth of nature. It keeps us stagnant, yet it continues to change.
As you become numb. Happiness works to purse your soul.
In the form of a soft spoken girl scared to trust yet falling too deep. Too light, she becomes the foil to your darkness. Save her. Don't let her fall. Keep her from your coldness.
Yet it's hard to push someone away when you can't move.
You watch her heart shatter as the shards pierce your soul.
All you worked to avoid is coming to fruition. This sad little girl. Her heart rests on you now.
So you pick up the shards and cut your own free. Hoping to give it to her. Hoping she will see.
Yet your heart is worn down. Black and damn and cold. Not fitting for her beauty. Left for you to hold.
And now you both are heartless. Trapped in empty space. Tears begin to flow. Flooding time and space.
They leave you both now drowning yet nature keeps you still.
You hold your breath no longer.
Accepting that which must be.
Now understanding what you see.
Whispering to your darkness

"I never meant to take her down with me."