Fill me

she is
darker eyeliner and fabric that nearly meshes
with taut skin, stretched over delicate frame
forced
the scars of words etched upon every surface
father, he throws endless stones
they shatter her soul, she breathes
boyfriend, hurling the sticks as he storms out
leaves her, again
they leave her, again so she has nothing left but
hunger
a hunger for truth, for love, for joy, for meaning, for that which fills
but as the sticks and stones crash and fall, fly towards her
the little girl now trembling in the corner
she fights with the only strength left
even if it means starving herself to death

dear stranger,
did you know
you have a Father in heaven
who thinks you more beautiful than the sunrise?
His eyes look upon you with love, with pride
Every strand of your hair, more precious than gold
Made with love so deep and rich, even angels hush in awe
it is unbreakable

don't break yourself any longer
fill yourself with the bread of life