Recovered

The word slithers between your teeth

latching onto my jacket

weighing me down with the mistaken phrase

for I will never be able to utter

the freeing words of recovered

I will keep scanning the calories

I will keep wanting to be someone else

I will keep wanting to be

less and 

less. 

 

I may look strong outside

and that I'm back to how I used to be,

but I cannot recover. 

I can only fight. 

Fight for those I care about

and memories waiting to happen

I will never again be normal,

it's true. But in the end,

I can be happy. 

 

 

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