Enjoy this recently written poem. Sometimes I forget how awful it was being back in the eating disorder.
It controlled me – I was a slave to it at my worst, and most people don’t understand what that’s like.
This poem especially illustrates how difficult it is to want to change, only to have to work for and wait for the things we want, even when we know they are on the way…
My world once
was cold and lonely
Alone was
a way of life
And my teardrops
were consoled by
sweet release
Bowed down to
my death
Every time I died
a little more
Went away from
all I had known
in my
innocence
Fault was not
mine yet could not
escape this hell
Who was that person?
a shell
of nothing
But misery
taken over
by success
They didn’t know why
it felt so
good.
Refuge in a box
flushed down
stuffed inside
For none to see
in plain sight
Did you not see
the walking dead?
Life spared
by an angel’s kiss
and a twist of fate
Lovers love
overpowers
it all
With one instant
my dreams
realized
Only to take a while.
As I sit and wait
Oh so impatiently.
Peace + Love,
