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Jillian Schmidt Poem
Teetering on the edge of the cliff
Tipping the scale in my favor
Looking down, my stomach twists
All food has lost its flavor.
My broken spirit drowns in the abyss
This number is my identity
My self-esteem, a sliding scale
This number is the enemy.
That growling pain will go away-just need to sleep it off
Choking down the Benadryl
As I gag and start to cough
I think I might be ill...
"Sticks and stones"- they hold no weight
And yet my heart still breaks
But body shapes aren't all figure eights-
We're all different widths and lengths!
I block out their words, my head in the sand
As it sifts through the hourglass
Time to return to the daily impasse.
A haze of tears and confusion lifts
As I step on the scale
I hold my breath.
When is enough enough?
Copyright © Jillian Schmidt | Year Posted 2017
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Jillian Schmidt Poem
Watch the tide rise and fall
Just to know you're alive
No one sees what I see
They don't know what I hide
It's easy to drown
In the doubts of your mind
But we're not backing down
'Til the sun warms the sky
Keep your head up
Copyright © Jillian Schmidt | Year Posted 2017
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Jillian Schmidt Poem
Tell me what happened
That Saturday night
You told me to run
I wanted to fight
Don't get so angry-
The shadows will talk
I try not to trip
On this tightrope I walk
Could you please and thanks
Fill in the blanks?
I promise I won't tell...
We were running away, running away
I remember
It was all in my head, everyone said
but that September...
All the thoughts that tripped me up inside
They gave me strength
All the pieces come together
Suddenly now I remember!
Copyright © Jillian Schmidt | Year Posted 2017
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Jillian Schmidt Poem
Act like you don't know me
Yet you say that I'm so cold
Sense you might be holding back
Secrets never told
Why'd it have to be like that?
I always wanted more
Maybe things won't be the same
I'll never know for sure
So try a little harder
To get me on my own
You always wait 'til it's too late
I won't pick up the phone
Tried to get inside your head
No rhyme or reason why
You left me hanging by a thread-
You never had to lie!
Copyright © Jillian Schmidt | Year Posted 2017
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