Echoes of a Fragile Soul

In the quiet corner of a life untamed,

Where shadows danced in the dim light's flame,

Lived a soul in the clutches of despair,

A poet's tale of an eating disorder's snare.

Her name was Luna, a name so fair,

Yet her reflection showed a soul stripped bare,

In the mirror's glass, she saw not herself,

But a specter of sorrow, a shadowed elf.

Her journey began in the realm of dreams,

A fragile girl with innocent schemes,

But the world around her turned cruel and cold,

As expectations and judgments took their hold.

In a world obsessed with a beauty ideal,

She found herself drowning in a perilous ordeal,

A silent struggle, hidden from the world's eye,

As she tried to find solace in a whispered lie.

Each meal became a battle, a war within,

A fight with the demons, the pain, the sin,

Calories counted like drops of acid rain,

As Luna descended into her self-made pain.

Her bones became like fragile porcelain,

A hollow echo of the girl she'd been,

A poet's heart, once vibrant and bold,

Now withered and weary, a story untold.

But through the darkness, a glimmer remained,

A tiny spark of hope, a light unchained,

For Luna's words, her poetry, her art,

Were the threads that kept her from falling apart.

She penned her pain in verses so deep,

A secret diary her heart could keep,

In the lines of her poems, she found release,

A momentary respite, a fragile peace.

Yet, the world was blind to her silent cries,

As Luna's light dimmed in her tear-filled eyes,

Friends and family, they couldn't see,

The torment she battled, the silent plea.

One fateful night, as the moon shone bright,

Luna's heart gave way to the endless fight,

Her frail body succumbed to the pain,

And her soul took flight, no longer in chains.

But her words lived on, a haunting lament,

A testament to a life poorly spent,

A poet's tale of a heartache untold,

A story of eating disorder's cruel hold.

In Luna's memory, let us learn the way,

To see the suffering in those who sway,

In the winds of despair, in the depths of night,

Let us be the stars that guide their light.

For eating disorders are not just a word,

But a silent scream that must be heard,

In the hearts of those who suffer and fight,

May they find healing, and in love, take flight.

Let Luna's story be a cautionary rhyme,

A reminder to cherish each moment's time,

To see the beauty in every soul's frame,

And never let them fall victim to the same.

conclusion

In shadows deep, where torment lies,

Eating Disorder, silent cries.

A battle fought within the soul,

A fractured heart, a heavy toll.

In mirrored halls, distorted views,

A dance with demons, paid our dues.

Yet know, dear heart, you're not alone,

For strength within you has grown.

Through whispered fears and tear-stained nights,

You've faced the darkness, fought the fights.

In every step, a warrior's stride,

You've sought the light, not tried to hide.

The journey long, the path unclear,

Yet hope shines through, dispelling fear.

With every breath, you're breaking free,

Reclaiming life, embracing "me."

For beauty lies in every soul,

In scars that tell a story whole.

You're not defined by shape or size,

But by the light behind your eyes.

So stand, dear heart, with head held high,

Unfurl your wings, let dreams touch sky.

Embrace the love that dwells within,

Let self-compassion now begin.

With time and care, you'll find your way,

To brighter, more resilient days.

Remember this, you're worth it all,

You're not alone, you'll never fall.

In unity, we'll face the night,

Together, we'll reclaim our light.

Eating Disorder, lose your grip,

For in our strength, we'll find our ship.

To shores of healing, we will sail,

With open hearts, we'll tell our tale.

For in our unity, we find power,

And bloom anew, like a vibrant flower.