"You never come back, not all the way. Always there is an odd distance between you and the people you love and the people you meet, a barrier thin as the glass of a mirror, you never come all the way out of the mirror; you stand, for the rest of your life, with one foot in this world and one in another, where everything is upside down and backward and sad."
— Marya Hornbacher (Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia)

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Poem Number 2

I Could Be Just Fine If You'd Let Me
(Style of Tanka)

Judging eyes pierce me.
Unspoken words stifle me.
It's my choice not yours!
Shrinking brings pain that rivals not
The grief your doubt in me breeds.
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