Analysis of I Am A Woman .. turning to stone

I am a Woman

I am a woman turning to stone
each day each night while I sleep
My muscles tighten harden and quit
slowly
My friends leave

I am a woman turning to stone
my reach shrinks and strength fails
my temper dwindles and emotions pale
and now my family too stops listening

I am a woman made of sand
slowly daily hourly
I am being eroded
By the pain that is now my constant companion
drop by drop cup by cup it rains down on this
She of sand

small aches and pains cramps and the dull burning throb
That never really leaves
gallon by gallon deluge by uncounted deluge
the mind numbing pain that leaves you wanting only the cool dark end
the pain that sits you down hard!!!

and steals your breath away

I am a woman hardly there at all ... anymore