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Girl You Gotta Love Yourself
“Girl you gotta love yourself!” This seems to always be the answer but what happens when self hatred has been silently eating away at me similar to a relentless cancer since I was old enough to have a thought. I would love to encourage those around me to love themselves but who am I to…
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Waiting
Sometimes I question if there’s one single piece of thread that holds together the fabric of life so tightly. I wait for an answer. Looking back, I have always questioned a lot but that was before I knew I could be patient. I’d have a day and feel on top of the world, I couldn’t…
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Draw Your Sword
Holding my head in my hands, outpouring warm tears. It’s not just me anymore. They are coming. The urge to self harm and restrict. “I know you want to. Do it. Be in control for once Jesus.” Always their first remarks. Never their last. Louder now, they remind me of how blades and starvation feel.…
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The Urge
Sometimes I can feel it Boiling urges beneath my feet I dig in my heels Settle deeper into my seat Not this time I exclaim I rebuke the power you once withheld My chains undone I now know of a peace unparalleled Two hundred and twenty five days ago Lost looking up from the hell…
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Laced Together
Our lives were laced together. Years double knotted to a shell of a human. Our arms swung in unison and our fingers were tightly intertwined, similar to lace on my invisible corset and his deceitful string of lies. He glanced over at me, his eyes glimmering under the neon lights. He looked happy. He smiled knowing he…