Change

My scars have started to fade,
Dust coats my long retired blade.
My throat is no longer raw and tired,
Purging the contents of my stomach is no longer required.
My stomach is no longer empty, no longer cries for food,
I've finally convinced myself starving myself was far from good.
My body feels free, not like a yellow taped crime scene,
it's been demolished and rebuilt into a memorial of who I used to be.
My mind has long begun to heal,
I like pink now and I let myself feel.
I never married my dark prince, plot twist: he turned out to be the villain,
I got my happily ever after with prince charming in the end.
My too soon funeral is no longer my dream,
instead I wedded my love on Hallows Eve.
I haven't attempted in the past 7 years,
I no longer spend my spare time shedding endless tears.
I've finally realized my self worth and what I truly deserve,
all these past failed relationships are nothing but a blur.
After giving up poetry for what feels like forever,
I picked up my pen and wondered how I could ever think, "never."
I find sanctuary not only in my spouse, but also in myself,
Living in my body doesn't always feel like Hell.
My soul no longer aches every time I breathe,
every day, I feel like I'm changing into a better version of me.

Reviews

[Neha agrawal]

It’s brave, hopeful, and radiates strength. So amazing the journey this poem captures.