You are my peace, my will, my strength
You are my feast, my confidence
My sanity, the stronger me
A new start
A different part
The same old feeling
Creeping up on me
Old habits die hard
And I wonder why I cling to you as I do
A strict game,
A harsh regime
Same old illusion
Taking over me
And I wonder why I cling to you as I do
An obsession
A sense of calm
In the choas
Suffocating me
Drowning my thoughts
And I wonder why I cling to you as I do
You are my peace, my will, my strength
You are my feast, my confidence
My sanity, the stronger me
This poem reflects the nature of my relationship with my eating disorder. It reflects the constant battle I had in my head, to eat or to listen to the voice in my head that told me not to. It was like a vicious cycle because part of me felt better if I didn't eat, but part of me felt guilty for the harm I was causing to myself by not eating.
The poem describes the hold that the illness had on me, all the things that I thought it gave me but also the reality of how it really made me feel
