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Anorexic Girl

 

This kid phoned me every shift for three years…
then disappeared off the radar

               Anorexic Girl
Sometimes she whispers in my ear,
a tapestry of pain and fear
whose warp and weft weave haunted days
and nightmare dreams, through woeful sobs
and blooded screams; till phantoms from
a private hell enshroud me in
a chilling spell.

                      I’m on a tour
within her mind where those outside
are breaking in and every thought
accuses sin, in saddest voice
man ever heard.

                        Midst grief, defying
spoken word, she can only run
and hide, cringe ever deeper down
inside, avoiding some imagined
threat from friend or foe she’s never
met.

        I know more of her than of
my own, my wasted waif who walks
alone. I want to ride inside
her head and sweep it clean of all
its dread, but will not know her when
we meet, walk past her, crying in
the street.

                 Until she finds the strength
to lay the horrors of the past,
and scream, “I’m me! I’m running free!”
there’ll be no woman sweet-asleep,
but just the child who I hear weep.

Charlie Gregory
Samaritan days

If you would like to read my other poems, follow the link
”Snapshots of Life” or go to:
www.poems-by-charlie-gregory.blogspot.com

                    alpW