Whispers of the Soul

Anorexia

Recovery's Journey

In the dawn's soft light, a new day breaks free,
I stand at the crossroads, uncertain yet me.
The road stretches onward, with shadows and light,
Each step is a battle, but I'm ready to fight.

With trembling hands, I embrace what's ahead,
The whispers of doubt echo loud in my head.
But I gather my courage, one breath at a time,
For each small victory feels like a climb.

The first bite is daunting, a mountain to scale,
The fear grips my heart, a familiar tale.
But I take it, I chew, let the flavors unfold,
In the warmth of the moment, I find I'm not cold.

There are days when the shadows loom heavy and near,
When old habits beckon, feeding the fear.
I stumble and falter, my heart filled with dread,
But I rise from the ashes, refusing to tread.

With each small triumph, I learn to reclaim
The joy that was lost in a hunger for shame.
I'm learning to listen, to savor, to trust,
In the journey of healing, it's love that's a must.

There are setbacks that echo, reminders of strife,
Yet I hold on to hope, for this is my life.
I gather my stories, the laughter and tears,
For they weave the fabric of all my past years.

In kitchens filled with light, I find solace and peace,
Cooking with colors, my heart finds release.
I share meals with loved ones, the table adorned,
With dishes of comfort, a new life reborn.

The path isn't straight, it winds, dips, and turns,
But with every misstep, a new lesson learns.
I'm learning to nurture the body I own,
To cherish the moments that help me feel grown.

So here's to the journey, with all of its bends,
To the battles fought bravely, the scars that it lends.
For in this endeavor, I'm learning to see,
That recovery's a journey, and I'm finally free.