What kind of advice can I impart
Without feeling like I’m playing a part,
Living like a hypocrite?
Which is the message I can give,
Which I can accept myself?
(Can I accept myself?)
My poems are the message:
Make room for your words, a haven,
Make room for yourself, do not give in
Until the negativity is crowded out.
Allow not the silencing of the spirit’s shout.
Update: I am sharing this poem with DVerse Poetics this week, because living with an eating disorder and especially the associated thoughts is absolutely maddening. Thankfully I am much better than 2 or 3 years ago, but it still hasn’t really gone away…