I am the invisible eater
and I will continue to eat
until you see me
I am crying out to be seen
it is not the best way
but it is what I know
I am starving to be seen
and known
and loved
and believed
I exist in a bubble
a hidden world
and it is here
I have survived insanity
barely
I know I cannot
eat
my way out of
hell
but I have surely tried
I cannot believe
how invisible
I am around my family
how frightened I am
to know of our collective hell
It is cold here in hell
and I thought I had
found my peace
but I cannot stand another
moment of this charade
Are you there?
Are you listening?
Can you see me?
Yes I am willing and I will see you and be here for you when you are ready. It is not an easy journey, this is an imperfect world and I am not always able minded. I am learning to love. Please be patient with me. We are in this together.
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Another thoughtful, deep poem. Thx for bravely sharing this.