Porcelain Prayer

She prays to the porcelain gods,
After every meal,
At every opportunity.
Her face is pale and her cheeks,
Are sunken in,
Her bones visible through her shirt.
She is crying.
Damn near close to dying.
If tears and love could heal her –
She would be free.
But her hope drains,
As the tears stream down her face.
All she knows is what she is.
A girl who is unhappy.
A girl with an addiction.
A girl who is unwilling to change.
No one can help her.
We sit here
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting…
For her to reach out and grab hold –
Of the ones who love her.
We are praying,
Wanting to save her.
Oh if only…
She is damn near breaking.
Porcelain shattered across the floor.