This is my entry for Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku Challenge.
To fight for my life
With raw hunger I will strike
I will not give in.
I strike out at life
Hunger is the only way
*Anna, my friend stay.
* A name for Anorexia.
30 Oct 2018 18 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: #225 Strike&Hunger, anorexia, CHALLENGE, HAIKU, Poetry prompt, Ronovanwrites, weekly
This is my entry for Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku Challenge.
To fight for my life
With raw hunger I will strike
I will not give in.
I strike out at life
Hunger is the only way
*Anna, my friend stay.
* A name for Anorexia.
11 Aug 2017 46 Comments
in Poems Tags: anorexia, body awareness, exploration, mind bending, misery
This is a reworked old post of mine. It was brought to my mind by Victo Delore’s post Proximity.
The Mirror Lies
Look in the mirror what do you see
I see a skeleton pleading with me.
You do not see that, you see rivers of fat .
If you let this go on you’ll be dead and that’s that
How did this happen how did this come to pass.
Why do you feel no one loves you, if you would only ask.
Was it a neurotic mother who showed the way
Counting calories and eating less day after day.
She treated you as she did herself it is no wonder now
That you have developed this curse.
Was it the adverts we see day after day
That you see while you are at play.
What drives a child younger than ten
To vow to herself she will not eat again.
Did the children at school taunt you and say
“little miss piggy just go away ”
They did not mean to hurt they did not know
That those words would cripple you so.
I say they the were innocent but that might not be true
For children can be unkind and don’t care about the damage they do.
……………………….
It changed the image the mirror shows you
You watch as the fat piled on , but only in your eyes was it true.
Now it is nearly too late
The pleads and entreaties for you to put on some weight.
Just simply fall on deaf ears
And as you slip away your gums bleed, full filling our worst fears
Was it your boss who shattered your confidence by making a careless remark
About eating too many cakes that caused you to a binge and vomit course to embark.
Sadly it is all or nothing for you,
Sadly my love it will be the death of you too.
It may seem like a mountain to climb
But please take my hand and except my love, your running out of time.
Mothers and fathers what ever you do
Make sure your children know you love them and make time to spend with them too.
Teachers and government make sure that healthy diets are taught
And evil nasty bullies are dealt with as soon as they are caught.
We need our children and our young people too
We must guide them and love them as they need to see we are true.
We will never stop the adverts on TV, posters and press
But we can talk to our children and tell them these models are just there to impress.
The rich cats are just out to make money
They don’t give a damn about anyone honey.!
So I reach out my hand and offer some hope
Every one is beautiful in their own just remember you are loved and we can help you to cope.
Beauty is skin deep what is inside is what is key
The soul and heart dictate what you should be.
You cannot chase the perfect body all of your life
You will have to give up so much as you will not have time to live life.
17 Feb 2014 16 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: abuse, anorexia, Bulimia, FanFoFeb, need, neglect, self harm, self loathing
No one listens no there is no one to care
They wouldn’t notice if I was not there
I am so hungry but I will not eat
I can’t gain weight that would be defeat.
Mum won’t listen she is too busy with her latest date
When they get drunk he corners me and does thing I hate.
Dad is too busy with the new baby and young wife
Where oh! where do I rate in their lives?
I am so hungry but I just can’t eat
If I gain weight then it would mean defeat.
Just some left overs in the fridge and cheese cake
If I just eat that , then sick I can myself make.
I am not hungry, I shall eat later,I will take it to my room
I am so tired , I have no energy, I need to purge soon
Lock the door her boyfriends round again
He smells and he’s brutal and he causes me pain
No one listens no there is no one to care
They wouldn’t notice if I was not there
I am so hungry but I will not eat
I can’t gain weight that would be defeat.
Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
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