protea

a poem about my 6 year battle with my eating disorder my friend once told me i reminded him of a protea because i can wilt and grow many times over

over the past six years, 

i have bloomed and wilted many times over- always on my own accord

i'm a complex flower i suppose

i decide when to wilt and when to grow

when i want to wilt, 

i'll ignore the soil and nutrients i need, just to be more beautiful

i'll shelter myself from the sun, 

deny myself the rain.

and if i happen to indulge, i'll uproot myself

get rid of it all until i'm empty, pure, clean once more

when i choose to grow,

i intake only the finest nutrients,

frolic in the sun,

bathe in the rain.

but wilting and growing is a hard cycle, and i never know how much i get to grow before i wilt once more

Author's Note

this is the first poem i've ever posted for people to see so any feedback is welcome!!