The moment you transform from human
(You scrub and scrub,
but the granite stays embedded in your skin.)
You can forgive
but can’t forget.
You search for red flags
but surrender the search
when you see how haggard it makes you.
(Surrender feels less like you than victory,
but let’s face it,
things haven’t been the same since that evening
It has cleaved an entire timeline into
“before” and “after”.
And you’re just waiting for the moment
where you transform from statue and vessel
to human once more.