Road to Recovery

These strong bones shiver in my skin.

Chills shoot through my spine.


these bones become fragile sticks

in the middle of stampeding cattle.


Provoking thoughts swallowed my mind

Controlling every aspect needed to live.


it became less about being weightless

and more about being noticed.


Meals were skipped without a thought.

Painting on a smile became effortless.


my bones began to pierce through my flesh

but satisfaction never filled my  heart.


A happy ending was never to come.

A deadline was never developed.


the truth unraveled,

happiness can’t be found here.


I peeled myself off the sidewalk,

pushed myself through those doors.


I felt rejuvenated,

as if my bones were infused with life again.



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