In sickness and in health

The  baby,
held in the never waivering arms
the arms
attached to a heart that's full of love and pride

The baby feels like it's falling
it is no longer the missing link in the heart of its mother
Though it will never be out of place

The baby is to big to fit in the warm and comforting arms
though often needs to.
How could someone so grown, feel like ice
and shatter like glass

The girl tansforms
Her bones poke out from her skin
Her hair falls in piles,
on the always spinning floor

She's happy now
she is no longer overtaken by a nagging feeling
a feeling that has tormented her for years
Forbidding happiness for the people who actually have to suffer.
But that will end, she will grow a better feeling
and the family will no longer gasp for air
they will just have it