Spring Has Not Come Here

February 17, 2010
By sheerinsheep BRONZE, Lancaster, Pennsylvania
sheerinsheep BRONZE, Lancaster, Pennsylvania
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Trapped
My makeup-less cheek,
swollen from punishing menus,
Smears and Reshapes itself
on the glass barrier
which holds me IN
the onehallwayvoid.
Whose air my lungs have long since tired of.
Flavored with the shallow breaths,
And piercing cries,
of those half living.

Everyday
Trapped.
I watch the OUTside
growing
living
thriving,
As I long to shrink and die.


The author's comments:
I wrote this poem from inside the Eating Disorder unit of a hospital where I spent the spring of my Sophmore year recovering from anorexia.

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