Too thin,
Too wide,
Too scarred,
Too pure.
What is too much
And what is too little?
So close, but so far.
She started to love herself again.
Truly.
Inside and out.
But she let another pair of arms
Guide her.
That was her first mistake.
Unfortunately,
It only takes one to relapse.
Holding on,
She fights.
She fights to not start
From square one.
Counting calories,
And eating little to nothing.
Looking in the mirror
And picking out
What didn't seem right at the moment.
It's o'so hard to not relapse.
It has become hard to love herself
Once again.
How could she have let one person
Dictate if she loved her body
Or not?
She let love take her
And walked, almost blindly,
Straight into deep water.
She didn't realize how deep it was.
The wound is open
And now she must hasten to close it
Before it starts again.
The clock is ticking
And it's up to her
To stop a relapse.
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Open Wounds
PoetrySome wounds have healed. Some are new. And some are reopened. They get larger and deeper. More painful. What will become of these open wounds? The healing process is hard, Tedious, Strenuous, But it is worth it.
