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.