There's A Statue Inside Of Us

There's a statue inside of me
Weeps alabaster tears;
Sobs deeply in malachite
The forgotten years.
There's a dandelion muffler
And pale lichen mittens,
The eyes aimed at heaven
In travertine stitches.

A grey granite gown sways
On earth's trembling flanks;
Though hands are upraised,
Expression's are blank.

There's a statue inside of us
Built by those we don't know,
And we're screaming inside
While the silence just grows.

We'd pray for a stray bolt
Of lightning, to break it-
But we've been there so long,
We're afraid we can't take it.

Our feet sinking in
Till it’s up to our lips-
Then we're hailed as the ancient
Proofs, of some myths.