Whispers of the Soul

Eating Disorder

Finding My Voice

In shadows where silence grew heavy and deep,
I wandered through echoes, lost in my sleep.
A whisper of me, trapped in layers of doubt,
Yearning to rise, to be heard, to break out.

With each passing day, a flicker remained,
A spark in the darkness, a courage unchained.
I gathered my fragments, each piece of my soul,
Determined to weave them, to feel once again whole.

The mirror reflected a body unsure,
But inside, a fire began to stir.
Each breath was a promise, each heartbeat a song,
In the depths of my struggle, I started to belong.

I reclaimed my voice, once silenced by fear,
With trembling lips, I spoke truths loud and clear.
"Enough of the shadows that whispered disdain,
I'm more than a number, I'm joy and I'm pain."

In moments of doubt, I learned to be kind,
To honor my journey, the battles entwined.
With every small victory, I painted my skies,
A canvas of colors, where my spirit could rise.

Through tears and through laughter, I danced in the light,
Each step was a declaration, a claim to my right.
To exist without shame, to embrace every flaw,
To find strength in my story, a life to stand for.

Empowerment blossomed like flowers in spring,
I discovered my voice, what true freedom could bring.
In the tapestry woven with threads of my past,
I found that my story, though complex, could last.

Now I stand with a chorus of hearts intertwined,
In unity, we rise, leaving silence behind.
No longer just whispers that fade in the night,
But a symphony echoing, resilient and bright.

I speak for the lost, for the ones still in chains,
For the souls searching deeply through shadows and pains.
In the journey of healing, I claim my own name,
A tapestry rich, with love as my flame.

Finding my voice was a journey of grace,
An anthem of strength that time cannot erase.
With each note of my truth, I'll sing loud and free,
For the voice that I cherish, is the essence of me.