we tell others advice
so they can live
their life
while we're sitting,
waiting for
ours to begin

                                                         *g.i

I have fell down many
Times that I've lost count
No broken bones
But a bruised soul
That may never heal.
I have fallen down too
Many times.
My heart aches from
Pushing.
My body can't take anymore
Like fine china.
I have fallen down too
Many times
But will rise up many more.
I am the sea.
Vast in depth, breaking
At the cusp of life.
For I am strong and
Will rise up with strength. .

They tell me i look like you
every contour shape is
shadow of your ages
passed down
the self reward to hold a standard
to look like you
and act like you
they say im beautiful
passed down
well if beauty is measured
by the pounds i weigh
and the food i eat

i may be too ugly
for my mom reminds me
that those carbs are a heavy
burden to pay

that food is a blessing
but a curse
cause when you look in the mirror
all you see is hate

i hope to remind my
daughter that
food is a blessing
and all you see is growth
because with food
comes love
your body is temple
to place the things you love inside
food is compassion
for you sit with the ones you love
while you eat

i may not know the next diet
but i will know that my body
is what i eat
and i eat love

i feel myself
caving in
for my body cant not take more heartache
whats broken cant be fixed
only bought

and the price is paid

he was there
that spark in the cold winter
steps closer and closer
the heat radiated
as my heart skipped two beats
each time to catch a breath
then
he spoke to me
as words were the ink
and i was the canvas