She couldn’t stop but cut herself.
Pulling down the sleeves, no one can see.
At night she couldn’t sleep.
The bags under her eyes, no one can see.
She had another drink, placed in her coffee mug.
Carried on the day and no one can see.
She carried off at evening, into the black of the night.
She didn’t come home until dawn.
For she was so withdrawn.
She stumbled in the door, yet no one else can see.
She spent her days intoxicated and all her nights in tears.
She barely put herself together, why even brush the hair.
A total mess in frumpy clothes, and no one else can see.
She took some from the plate.
She took her hand to pull it all before it could digest.
All she did was wash her face so no one else could see.
She woke up in the bed. A stranger by her side.
She took her clothes and ran ahead so no one else can see.
So many things to try to alleviate the pain within.
For when no one else could see, God wanted her for Him. Continue reading