Containing

For my eating disorder.

She is regressing

I had her trained

Eating herself up

Contained in the proper space

Now she is reaching

for her old confines

The ugly cage

I must have the pretty cage.

A pretty cage has less room

but can go more places 

and be carried lightly by others.

Author's Note

First time sharing any poetry. Been writing it all in a diary for years. I wrote this one a couple years ago. This one was during my battle with an eating disorder.