Blazing like fire
So hot and red
But there is one difference
You cannot see it
But you can hear it
It's only a voice
But what a powerful one
Control was just an illusion
As I stare into the mirror
Looking at the bones that I thought weren't there
In my mind a fat pig
In others a starving child
Too skinny?
No such thing
That's what she said
But now I realise that I am an example
An example of ‘too skinny'
Deaths not far behind
It will catch up with me
Soon this will end, its not much longer now
Take me away, take me from this world
Take me from this world of ‘thin'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Do you know just how special you are for sharing this Laura. You can help so many others and I am sure you will. Start writing that book and find a dream you have so much to give.