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