Whispers of the Soul

Anorexia

Food as Foe

In the shadows of the kitchen, a foe lurks near,
With whispers of comfort masked by whispers of fear,
A tempting allure in the soft, golden glow,
Yet I feel the tension in every bite I bestow.

Food, you villain, clad in colors so bright,
You promise sweet pleasure, yet bring endless fright,
A deceptive companion, with secrets concealed,
You play with my heart, and my truth is revealed.

With every meal served, you twist in my mind,
A tug-of-war struggle where peace is confined,
You dance on my tongue like a thief in the night,
A battle of flavors that never feels right.

I see you, dear enemy, dressed in such charm,
With cookies and cakes, you disarm and alarm,
Your scent is enticing, but under the guise,
You whisper of guilt and flood me with lies.

In moments of hunger, you lure me with grace,
But soon comes the shame, a cold, empty space,
You mock my resolve with each forkful I take,
As I'm trapped in your grasp, it's my spirit you shake.

You promise connection, a shared joyful bite,
Yet you leave me in darkness, in the depths of the night,
With every indulgence, I drown in regret,
You taunt and you torment, a truth I can't fret.

With scales as my judge, and mirrors my bane,
I battle your presence, endure all the pain,
In the heart of the feast, I stand on the edge,
As I wade through the turmoil, the fear I can't hedge.

Oh, food, sweet adversary, our dance is profound,
A complicated love, where sorrow is found,
Yet beneath all the chaos, a glimmer remains,
The hope for a truce in these bittersweet chains.

One day, perhaps, I will learn to embrace,
The nourishment offered, to find my own place,
To rewrite the story, reclaim what is mine,
And see you not as foe, but as friend in the dine.