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.
This poem is about:
Me
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