Anorexia
she shuns me from embracing her these days
her brittle fragile body no longer compliant
thin skin lifeless and sagging begging for help
knowing she needs support but still so defiant
bones pressing a blanket of desperation
bringing her spirit down more every day
trying so hard to be small and invisible
how in the world did she get this way
is there hope or purpose to keep on trying
does anyone listen and know there is pain
the problem so hidden we cannot find it
faith has been taken.. emptiness remains
Copyright © Betty Bateson | Year Posted 2014
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