For some reason I feel like writing in poetic form. I don’t usually like poetry but following is what came out. Kind of interesting as one is depressing and the other is hopeful. I guess that’s a good description of me – I don’t do halfway!
Poem 1
That gaping hole
I reach for the food to fill it
I take a pill to be distracted from it
I turn everything off to no longer feel it
But it always comes back
It has always been empty
It will never be full
Poem 2
You spin and spin
Your edges are so sharp
I can’t escape your influence
I am torn to shreds
I flee
Only to be pulled back
Into the sharp edges
Where my unhealed wounds
Rip deeper
And I understand the draw
I break free from your gravity
I heal