Whispers of the Soul

Eating Disorder

In the Shadows

In the shadows where whispers dare to tread,
Lies a world of secrets, heavy as lead.
Silent echoes of laughter dance in the night,
But here in the darkness, there's no trace of light.

A mirror reflects a ghost of my past,
A figure distorted, an image miscast.
Shame cloaks my heart like a shroud of despair,
As I walk through the shadows, burdened and bare.

Each meal is a battleground, fraught with strife,
A struggle between hunger and the will to survive.
The plate set before me, a canvas of dread,
Each forkful of shame feels like chains on my head.

In the corners, the shadows seem to conspire,
Whispering doubts that feed the fire.
"You're not good enough," they taunt and they tease,
As I shrink in their presence, desperate to please.

Isolation wraps around me, a cold, tight embrace,
In a crowded room, I still feel out of place.
Invisible walls rise, impenetrable, tall,
While the shadows of self-loathing refuse to let fall.

Friends reach for my hand, but I pull away fast,
Afraid of the truth that could shatter the glass.
How can I explain this invisible fight,
When the shadows grow deeper, consuming my light?

Yet somewhere within me, a flicker remains,
A hope that one day I'll break free from these chains.
To step from the darkness and into the sun,
To find strength in my story and the battles I've won.

So I gather the courage to face what I've hid,
To shed the facade that I once so carefully bid.
In the light, I'll embrace the scars that I bear,
For healing begins when I'm willing to share.

No longer alone in the shadows of shame,
I'll rise from the darkness and reclaim my name.
With each step toward freedom, the shadows will fade,
And in the warmth of acceptance, my spirit will wade.