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Caught in the Arms of ED
YOU MIGHT THINK I AM STRONG I THINK YOU GOT IT WRONG I LIVE LIFE DAY TO DAY HOPING IT WILL GO MY WAY I HAVE MY FRIENDS AND MY FOOD PLAN MY THERAPIST AND MY THOUGHTS MY EXERCISE AND MY EXCITEMENT THEN SOMETHING HAPPENS AND I GET CAUGHT CAUGHT IN THE ARMS OF ED TURNING MY EYES AWAY FROM MY FOCUS TO WIN THE FIGHT THAT I THOUGHT WAS GOING TO STAY. HE TELLS ME THAT I AM SELFISH THAT I SHOULD DOUBT MY EVERY MOVE ONE MINUTE I AM HAPPY DO I HAVE A RIGHT TO FEEL THIS GOOD? DOUBTING MY STRENGTH AND CONFIDENCE AS ED ALWAYS KNEW I WOULD I AM LOSING INCHES AROUND MY WAIST AND MY PANTS ARE FALLING OFF I SEE THE FACE OF ED IN MY HEAD AS HE BEGINS TO LAUGH AND SCOFF YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING STRONG YOU THINK YOU GOT ME BEAT LET ME SEE YOU LOSE EVEN MORE YOU WILL SEE THAT YOU WERE WRONG. THE LITTLE VOICE IS ALWAYS THERE CHATTERING AWAY CAN'T I SEND HIM TO DETENTION OR KILL HIM FOR GOOD TODAY? EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE I GET CAUGHT UP IN MY LIFE AND REALIZE THAT I AM HAPPY AND STRONG AND FORGET TO FOCUS ON THE FIGHT PLEASE TELL ME THAT YOU CARE DON'T LET ED BE RIGHT. Mary Pat shares her words so that others may find theirs. http://www.reflectingrace.com
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