Instincts (My second poem)

It wasn’t that I wanted this

I never wanted to end up like this

But then again who does?

When the sickness first happened

Everyone told me there was nothing I could do

I just had to avoid what would cause it.

“Avoid the triggers”

It sounded harmless

It sounded healthy.

After all if I didn’t

I would just get hurt again

It was better this way.

I learned what to do

Started avoiding

Stopped trying new things.

Stayed “safe.”

Actions turned into 

Habits which turned into

Instincts.

It wasn’t until the pain started

That I started realizing

Something was wrong.

Cramps in my feet at night

Pain in my knees all the time

 Feeling like I was about to fall apart.

I told myself

Nothing was wrong

It was random.

But a part of me knew

The truth,

I had done this.

Finally, on my knees

My eyes were opened

And I began to see

Others were not like me

They had all been picky eaters

And yet they were free.

How could this be?

What had I done?

How is this what I have become?

So now I stand

At the bottom of a hole

Wondering how I can get back into control.

How do you break

eighteen years 

Worth of

Actions

Habits

Instincts?

Did I lose my health?

Or

Did I never have it to begin with?

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