poetry therapy

It’s a shame ridden problem

and it hates its own truth

and it’s not very fun

always trying not to puke.

it makes my mind hate my body

and my soul hate food

and I wish I could say

‘it’s gone now, for good.’

but everyday I wake up

with the best of intentions

and I cook clean meals

and I know what’s best for me

but sometimes, it happens

my head splits in two

and I do crazy things

that I don’t want to do.

but now I’m starting to realize

that it’s me in control.

this disease isn’t me

It’s just been a role.

despite this issue owning parts of my past

I’m going forward knowing

I can take my life back.

each time I stay conscious

and I do what’s right

it gets easier to keep healthy

and it’s not such a fight

to be progressing in happiness

and overcoming this bitch

by correcting bad habits

and just how I think.

as I take care of myself

each new day

I watch my life transform

in such a beautiful way.

with clarity comes much

to be thankful for

and by taking care of me

I’m saving my world.



© LL

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