Statuesque Poem by Maura Herboldsheimer

Days go by
Still her eyes are unmoving.
Her face like stone
Etched forever in the throes of a dream.
She waits
She weeps
She hopes for a chance.
Rain falls
Still she stands undaunted
Tears fall down endlessly.
Tears of the sky
Melded with the pain that falls from her eyes.
She stands
She keeps
Vigils without sleep.
Hoping to gain the freedom to fly.
But still she stands
The roots too tight
Torn from above
Imprisioned below
All she wanted was to be in her own.
But now her identity is overgrown
With weeds, thorns, and ivy
And wild roses.
This one girl would not rise above the storm.
Days go by
Still her eyes are unmoving.
Her face like stone
Etched forever in the throes of a dream.
She waits
Nothing but a living memory.