I’ve had enough of food
And the way it makes me feel
A necessary evil, at once required
But not enough to heal.
A simple joy served up
One fist after another
Would it be too much to ask…
No, I shouldn’t even bother.
The weight adds up
The pain compounded
Just a little more sugar
Stop. But I can’t, confound it!
When I take a look inside
To see what’s driving this madness
I find a little girl so full
Full of sadness
Her hopes and dreams
Eaten one cookie at a time
To mourn the loss of childhood
And all the things that could have been
But wait, the girl is free
Doesn’t she see?
Food is for fuel
And the pen for recovery!
Melanie B