TELLING ANOREXIA OFF
Defying you is like trying to defy the
waves of a tsunami coming ashore.
At first, I'm proud for successfully
Surfing the dangerous waves and
Escaping with my life in tact.
The feeling of euphoria, though,
It only lasts for a few minutes.
The winds around me begin to pick up,
My hair whipping around my face until
It stings.
I feel the fury of a god who was
Disrespected.
Disobeyed.
I forwent a sacred and daily ritual,
And that has a price to pay.
I can see the ocean floor.
The wrath is only just beginning.
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Picking Up The Pieces
PoetryAn anthology of poems written by me. The uploads will be in 2 parts. The Before is part 1, and The During and The After will be part 2. This is the story of my recovery from PTSD, An Eating Disorder, and Sexual Assault.
