No One Sees You Starve

No one sees you starve,
sees the light slowly drain from your heart,
hears the pain you sing
quietly at dusk.

They do not hear your cry.
Your tears they mistake for something
brighter, mistaking your yearning
for reality.

And so, late at night, you write.
Early in the morning you write.
You pray. “Just one more day Lord.
Just one more day.”

And you get that day.
Manna. Tiny scraps of light and love
you gather around you, food enough
for the day, and no more.

Almost enough.
And that will have to be enough.
It is your lot. What is offered
before the dark falls again.

No one see you starve.