Who am I?
Who is the real me?
I think I knew once
But it seems so long ago
I can barely remember
Who she was.
She slipped away slowly
Bit by bit
Leaving behind a hollow
Emaciated shell.
It's as though those words
'Depression' and 'Anorexia'
Have sucked the life out of me
now I only catch rare glimpses
Of The fire within me
That used to burn so bright.
Am I still a nurse
If I'm no longer able to work?
Still a good daughter, sister,
Girlfriend, granddaughter, friend
If I'm hurting all the people
Who love me?
Is there still a 'me'
Beneath the thick layers
Of fear, despair, desperation,
Hopelessness, self hatred
Panic and guilt
That have crusted up on all sides
Closing in on me still
Cement-like plaque,
Suffocating what was left
of that flame ...
now merely a weakly glowing ember
That surely cannot ever
Be re-ignited?
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