I see you, as your stumble down the stairs. Your brittle bones smashing on each step. I can all but see your ribs jutting through your skin. Your malnourished. You care about every other person in your life, but you fail to take care of yourself. You live alone so nobody is around to see you fall, or hear your cry for help. Your fragile body lays at the bottom of what seems to be a mountain. You have cracked three ribs, broken your wrist and lost your unborn child. You know something is wrong, but you struggle to get up. You decided to take a nap. After all you didn't sleep much last night.
October 5, 2011