the day i walked in-
stick figure girls surrounded me,
looking me up and down.
the therapist i saw-
smiling widely at me,
just another puzzle to solve.
the food on the table-
something i haven't seen in ages,
another battle to face.
the question i was asked-
"at least 300 sit-ups a day."
"no, i do not like the way i look."
the activities we did-
like drawing butterflies,
would make me whole again.
things my roommates said-
they made me feel less alone,
i'm so glad i met them.
the day i left-
i left part of me there,
the part that wanted to get better.
j.s.
