Invisible Girl

Watching from afar his silence leads him to his demise.

I love her,
Though she cannot tell.
She sees nothing but her own despair.

Everyday she withers further.
Her body a threadbare one,
misused, disused and bleached with pain.

Everyday I watch her,
as bones rattle in despondent flesh.
Everyday I cry for her.

Slowly her light is diminished,
taken by the ravenous hunger,
that makes her compact.

Folded like a garden chair,
she sits, concave, all angles;
all limbs.

Everyday her cuts scare me with their depth.
I wish I had the strength
to show her I can be her tree,

with my feet in the soil,
and my head in the clouds.
I will anchor her leaf-like loss.

Storm comes, tearing roots from earth,
all this time, my fear for
this invisible girl.

When it is me who needs an anchor.
Stare, stare unresponsive,
Obnoxious sirens.

Blackness descends, covering paranoid fears.
Did she ever exist at all?
My sanity doubts it.

Reviews

[JennaMarie]

Great poem, the story it tells is so sad and heartbreaking. It is very easy to relate to and get invested in, which can be difficult to do in poetry. The 6th stanza is so beautiful and written perfectly. Again, great job :)

[solitare]

This is powerful... it spoke to me in great depth. I feel like this Invisible Girl, withering in my bones, ravished with hunger, desperate for love - a tree to support me, but unable to see anything but the darkness. Thank you for showing me the other side :)

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

Amazing!
I'm Loving your work

[Nobody.]

Yes. But does it matter if she ever existed?
She's the embodiment of many.
The fear of many more.
self mutilation and eating disorders scare me!
I understand them,
but I don't want to understand them.
Anyway, good write.

[alexlessah]

Wow! This is truly amazing! I admire stories and poems you are talented, and thank you so much for your reviews it means a lot to me. :D

[Emily B]

oh, wow! are you new? if so, welcome, welcome

I like to introduce poets who have things in common, maybe you could search shythatway sometime . . . you are kindred spirits