The Statue Wept

She traveled to her secret place
As mascara ran down her face
The place she has that nobody knows
To fill her journal with poetry and prose
Her secret place is in the middle of the park
Open during the day and stays open after dark
Underneath a statue
There’s a panoramic view
Here she goes while feeling depressed
When her metaphorical heart is in cardiac arrest
She writes of her triumphs and her sorrows
The book contains her hidden self, the self nobody knows
Only one person knows about her joy, her misery, her rage
Only one person has read every single page
Whenever life dealt her a hand she couldn’t accept
Reading over her shoulder the statue wept

It feels really hopeless, you know
When you scream and the only answer is the echo
While she cried, who knows how much a kind word would have meant
The statue tried to tell her but the message wasn’t sent
Every single time she shivered with cold
He would try to get down and hold
And when tears flowed until she slept
She wasn’t alone, the statue wept

And then one day all on its own
A drop of blood came out of the stone
But she never saw it, hadn’t been there in awhile
And soon after met a man that always made her smile
One night she took him to her spot hours before dawn
She couldn’t believe it, the statue was gone
She turned to her lover as the long shadows crept
And as he stared back, with happiness the statue wept

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