Recovery is the key,

to being healthy, 

but I cannot seem to turn it.

What is the point of opening the door?

My illness questions what we are doing this for...

but I say there are future days,

memories to make.

Laughing and having ice cream,

with no guilt or shame,

just a happy face.

Enjoying holiday sweets,

what a deligthful treat, 

and I would not feel the need, 

to get it out of me immediately.

Even more reasons,

are so that I can run,

and to paddle board,

as far as I please,

swimming out in the sea. 

Exercising because it makesx me happy,

not beacause I need to empty my body.

It can bring beauty to my face,

long hair and bright skin,

who cares if I am not as thin?

Because I will have thicker skin, 

and everybody who loves me,

will be proud to see it on me.

I say "will" because I will.

I will open the door to recovery, 

I know that I am so much more than my body,

regardless of what an illness says.

I am so many amzing things,

I am a poet,

I am a woman,

I am a child of God,

and once my cycle returns on its wheels,

I will be able to say "I am healed".

There will come a day,

there are so many reasons to recover,

so many I may not even know,

but I know,

that I want to live.

I know that I am not alone.