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I told myself, Something does not feel exactly sound, And I realized I had not written a poem, A good poem, In about a month. So I came back. I am here with something rather visual And known, But very uncovered. By myself, At least. I yearn to be blunt, But as a writer I am a dancer with a pen. I have an issue with food. Now, This is not a plea for help. This is not a secret. This is acceptance. I have come to an understanding with myself. A concept, I am rather proud of. I would not speak, That I do not love myself. Because I have a wonderful and beautiful life. A blessing day after day. But, I have an issue with food. Something, Just keeps my mind, Versus My mirrored image, Not in accord. I spend a great deal of time, In deep thought. Often, In the darkness before I close my eyes. I contemplate, If food, Is worth it the next day. Do not get me wrong, I enjoy sweets As much as the next girl. Yeah, Her over there. But often, After I do enjoy, Everything blurs around me. All I can do Is reminisce On what has just entered my stomach. Is it worth it? The bathroom is right around the corner.. It’s not sadness. It’s not a cry for help. It’s just an issue with food.
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
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I told myself, Something does not feel exactly sound, And I realized I had not written a poem, A good poem, In about a month. So I came back. I am here with something rather visual And known, But very uncovered. By myself, At least. I yearn to be blunt, But as a writer I am a dancer with a pen. I have an issue with food. Now, This is not a plea for help. This is not a secret. This is acceptance. I have come to an understanding with myself. A concept, I am rather proud of. I would not speak, That I do not love myself. Because I have a wonderful and beautiful life. A blessing day after day. But, I have an issue with food. Something, Just keeps my mind, Versus My mirrored image, Not in accord. I spend a great deal of time, In deep thought. Often, In the darkness before I close my eyes. I contemplate, If food, Is worth it the next day. Do not get me wrong, I enjoy sweets As much as the next girl. Yeah, Her over there. But often, After I do enjoy, Everything blurs around me. All I can do Is reminisce On what has just entered my stomach. Is it worth it? The bathroom is right around the corner.. It’s not sadness. It’s not a cry for help. It’s just an issue with food.
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erica-deangelo
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
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