For The Lady I Knew Who Battled Anorexia

The lake, once pristine and full,
Now lays barren and empty.
Its depths hidden beneath a surface
Of decaying algae and mud.

Every drop of water that once flowed
Now held tightly within its grasp,
Refusing sustenance in a battle
Against an unknown force.

The shoreline, once lush and green,
Now eroded and barren.
Lifeless trees stand witness
To a battle that was fought and lost.

The silence is deafening,
A world once full of sound
Now quieted by a darkness
That consumes all in its path.

There is hope in the horizon,
A light that shines through the fog.
A chance to break the chains
And reclaim the beauty of the lake.

So let the rain fall and fill the lake,
Let the sun warm its surface.
Let the life within return,
And let the battle be won.