Our Race
The Perils of Movement and Eating Disorders #VocalNPM
Running and running
Away from The Thought
I fear it in life
It makes me distraught
Like sludge the weight slips
Like a chemise off me
I do not like running
‘Though t’once filled me with glee
A coffee, an apple
Ten kilometres more
This poor, fragile vessel
I did knock on His door
You’re obnoxious and brattish.
You’re never enough.
Your existence is worthless.
(Lest you prove your mind tough)
Bent over, eyes bloodshot
Thin hair and coarse skin
Elbows, knees, knobbly
Sore jaw, concrete chin
Seeing what is not there—
Oh, aggressive voyeur!—
Hard-working, slow-thinking
Mind a constant blur
See, tough is ironic,
Impressionable soul,
Love sets the foundations
For more than this hole
There are those that think
You’re your own diamond mine,
Darling, do not keep running
There is no finish line;
About the Creator
Juliet Lochrin
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