Whispers of the Soul

Anorexia

Empty Spaces

In rooms adorned with echoes past,
Where laughter once danced, now shadows cast,
The walls bear witness to dreams that fade,
An emptiness clings where warmth once played.

Mirrors reflect a hollow frame,
A silhouette lost, no longer the same,
Each curve of flesh, a burdened thought,
In the pursuit of thinness, all joy is caught.

Dining tables once filled with cheer,
Now barren, stark, the silence clear,
Forks and knives lie in disarray,
As friendships wither, drifting away.

Conversations muted, voices hushed,
In search of perfection, our lives are crushed,
The bonds that thrived on shared delight,
Now fray and weaken in the quiet night.

I chase the light of a hollow goal,
As hunger gnaws at my restless soul,
Each calorie counted, each bite denied,
Creates a void where love once thrived.

Empty plates hold more than just food,
They harbor the loss, the bitter mood,
As days stretch long in a relentless race,
I find myself lost in these empty spaces.

Moments once vibrant now dim and cold,
In pursuit of thinness, I've lost my hold,
On laughter, on warmth, on feeling alive,
In this empty chase, how do I survive?

Yet deep within, a whisper calls,
To fill the void, to break the walls,
To seek fulfillment beyond the scale,
And find my worth in the stories I hail.

For empty spaces can be reclaimed,
With love and kindness, I'll not be ashamed,
To nourish my spirit, to let love in,
And find the fullness that dwells within.

So I'll gather the pieces, let my heart expand,
Rebuilding the bridges, reaching for hand,
For life's not measured in size or shape,
But in love, in laughter, the joy we create.