The more I stand here
     in this downpour,
The more I question if
    the water is still flowing, or

if it's just my tears

Dripping down my frail body,
Cascading over each prominent rib,
And coursing through each protruding hip bone,

highlighting each defect with His gleaming smile
     as if He knows something I don't.

And I wonder, just how many times
the Water will try to slip his slithering hand
around my wrist,
  Before my essence follows Him down the drain.

And I wonder, just how many times
  I have to hear how fragile
I must be
  Before my spirit melts entirely.

And I wonder, just how many times
  I'll be told how small
I am
  Before my soul fades into nothingness

and I forget I exist as a person,
         not just
a Skeleton