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Archive of Resistance: Anti-anorexia/anti-bulimia |
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Anti-anorexic Poem |
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Johanna (ages 33 years) |
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Let our souls soak in the honey of the stories we bring forth from the carcass of the beast as riddles:
1.Prayer
2. To eat or be eaten
3. Resurrection
4. BreakFast
5. Being
6. To hold or let go
7. Declaration
1. Prayer:
dead flowers just fall fearlessly
will you teach me to just let go knowing of the compost I must be for next time's me
2.To eat or be eaten:
some days ago this well-known shadow started licking at my skin soon eating tiny bites to challenge and excite me for the fight: now greedy gashes and delighted horror at the painful mess
my fleshy strength goes lost as it eats more and I eat less and less
just waiting wishing for that moment when my healthy hungriness exceeds the dark one's needs so I can say now go away again you've lost the fight!
and I'll be generous again and take brave bites of light
3. Resurrection:
and now after many days she sees she's strong alone and none of them are looking now but One who nods for her to go
she tears herself loose bleeding freely from the nails they all had hammered in together
then climbs off the cross calling over her shoulder as she strides away for her family to rise
4. BreakFast: let me trust my self now as I trust each mouthful of this warm oatmeal to be simply sweet and good
5. Being:
just the delight in my pen that is scratching as dark ink is drying in writing
6. To hold or let go:
When I picked this daisy from the compost heap she was dying crisp and dry as this page on which my fingers start a story holding her hoping for life
I see she has been left a blunt stump in the place of roots
further up the thin stem I feel the pale green she is holding onto in her leaves
her head is turned away her petals saturated grey dust where I touch a smell of earthy decay my fingers stiffen at a cobweb deserted
I let her go
she falls face turned up to show the live yellow of many little pointed seeds stories just dry enough to fly
7. Declaration: I am the warrior who fought for death to bring in life
I'm well and fired up to tell fierce stories peacefully
I'm strong enough to stand in night
awake enough to bear the child that came from loving darkness: Light |
