The Start

She looked down at herself
she saw two arms, ten
fingers, a trunk, two legs.

She looked down at her morphed self
and yet again, she saw two
bumps,  ten painted nails.

She looked down
But she couldn't look up.

Her head felt heavy
her neck felt weak
her shoulders hurt
her heart simply stopped.

One look, one touch,
one kiss, one hug.
A word, a tune
a note, a game.

She thought, she turned
alas, she mourned.
But no matter what, her heart
was frozen, forever in time.

No, it couldn't be.
It had to change, it had to beat,
it had to smile, it had to feel.

And as she sat, waiting,
she decided she'd look up
again. Soon.