Craving More

Eat A cheese burger! Maybe a shake?

A strong gust of wind would be more than you could take!

I hear this so often, even from people on the street,

Like an insensitive theme song, with an endless degrading beat.

What they don't realize is there are monsters in my head,

They say, "Don't eat! You're worthless... better off dead!"

But what should I do when I'm told they are wrong?

What should I do when offered a new song?

Should I let the monsters answer in their loud persistent voice?

Or should I consider I may have another choice?

Can life really get better? More than a figment of unrealistic hope?

Can I be cleansed of my shame, my restless mind? Where is this magic soap?

I'm beginning to believe that yes, recovery is true (for me... and not only for you).

I'm starting to ponder this thing called self-care, and understand the importance of being self aware.

I think someday I'll be strong enough to claim victory for myself,

And dust off an abundant life that so long sat on a shelf.