It’s so brave
not to take
that bite.
Right there
on that plate
…but I’m full…
or rather, I know I would feel full
if I let myself feel.
I could take that
beautiful bite
put all those addictive gears into motion—
Power Through.
Or I could find that little girl
deep inside.
She doesn’t need more food, more work, more control
…just a hug…
…and some help…
She always only needed a real hug to make her feel real.
I see you, sweet thing.
I won’t force this bite upon you.
I feel afraid, sad, and bad.
You do too, I can tell.
Let’s feel it all, together.
I’m scared and ready.
But He will hold our hand.