sunken

Her clothes dangle loosely around her frame,

cheeks sunken into a hollow.

Her almost translucent skin; tired and showing her inaccurate age.

She walks determined, unfazed by the early hour that it is.

She must maintain the pace.

Her brittle bones resemble a small child,

her eyes saddened and lost.

The thoughts plague her head and she brushes them aside.

She is in control.

She knows what she is doing.

I march ahead, womanly & curvaceous in my stride.

Despite my daggy attire,

my fondness of food is evident.

My eyes are alight with excitement,

relieved to have the morning to myself.

I stop and take a moment in the sun

and see the young girl again.

The runners usual greeting goes amiss with her,

she is so focused on the prize.

She is half the size of me,

yet powering strong.

For fitness and health I hope.

But the look in her eyes tells me otherwise.

She needs no help from her family.

She is in control of her mind.

The thoughts that plague her are her own.

And they are telling her that she is not good enough.