Tabitha Wuthrich Poet Rhyme

Anorexia

It’s a battle everyday, from the moment my feet hit the floor.
                  It’s not a habit I’m proud of, but a sickness I can’t ignore.
                  I know I’m my hardest critic, and my worst enemy.
                 You are taking me over piece by piece, and this will be the death of me. 
                  I should know it’s not important, just a number on a scale. 
                  It’s me versus you now, and I hope someday to prevail. 
                  I’m starving my body and also my soul.
                  I see you sickness, you laugh, because you are in control.

                  I cannot face you alone; I know I’m not that strong. 
                 You’ve been hiding around corners, waiting to appear all along. 
                 You are now taking me over completely, as I knew you would do.
                 Maybe there is hope for me somehow, and then I can control you.

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Poet Destroyer A July 5, 2015 at 10:22 PM TABITHA* I enjoyed reading this poem, Thank you for sharing. Always & Forever ~LINDA~

Constance La France January 6, 2011 at 8:28 AM Your poem is full of raw emotions and honesty, I know the feeling you are talking about, listen to that voice inside, telling you this is not right, take control~~