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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1683742
This poem is about how my eating disorder, and when centered takes an hourglass shape.
All seemed well, but I took the peace for granted
She arrived with swift force and took over my verve
Caught me off guard and lured me into her confinement
She knows she's wicked and that the odds are on her side
She keeps a stead grip, stealing every hope and dream
She's ruthless and merciless, unforgiving and cruel
She numbs my thoughts, takes them beneath her
They feed and fuel her, allowing her to endure
When her path's crossed, it's a fruitless battle
With mere disappointment in its wake
To her it's pleasurable, with mirth after every strike
I would need the uttermost strength to contest her course
I realize that time is against me, and with every fallen grain
I can only wait and observe, her weight weakening my bearing
As minutes turn into hours into days, into weeks, months, years
The strong fear turns into anger, into hate, into guilt, pain, tears
I have been told the storm will subside; it's too hard to deem
I'm caught between lies, unable to find my way elsewhere
But as I increase my resistance, her pull slowly weakens
And I long for that distant day when she will withdraw


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