Beating Anorexia

Fri, 05/31/2013 - 18:46 -- slh006

Location

21050
United States
39° 34' 40.3716" N, 76° 23' 54.4344" W

THE DUSK
My body begs for me to stop.
I will not listen. I will not give in.
The Voice forbids it.
It's true, less really is more.
I cry. Eyes like a troubled sea.
But I swear I'm fine.

I fight for what I think is right.
Distancing those that really love me.
I cry out, "My God, where are You now?"

THE DARK
What have I done? What have I done?
Each day the hurt increases.
I've gone beyond the point of return.
No one sees.
I hide it well.

The struggle increases.
No pain, no gain.
Repeat.
But wait.
There's a crack in my facade.
Family. Replaced by staff.
I've lost it all.
No more me. I'm just an illness.

Hard days, hard nights, hard life.
Learning to cope, learning to live.
The world continues without me.
I watch from a window.
But piece by piece
I am preparing
To come
Back.

THE DAWN
I am trying my hardest.
Rays of hope shine through the clouds
I will make it
I will.

THE MORNING
I fought till I could
No more
I am on the other side
I made it out of hell
Never
To go back again.

I am free to live
Without the chains that held me for
Way
Too
Long

There was a reason I was put through this
A reason. I am sure.
I can now help others in the dark
To open that damn door.

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savigirl14

Wow an amazing poem

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