“I was sucked backwards into the mirror where I played the piano on my ribcage and the drums with my knees singing I am, I am here I am I am more. She did not hear me and I could not stop.”
— Michelle K., The Mirror.
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Three teaspoons of sugar
a glass of orange juice and
a large bowl of cereal and not
one measuring cup or special
utensil used and the mirror is
only worth a short glance while
the warmth of the sunlight is
much more friendly.Three teaspoons of sugar
a glass of orange juice and
a large bowl of cereal and
no one says anything but
lately the mirror has started
to become friendlier and the
reflection seems to be worth
more company.Two teaspoons of sugar
a glass of orange juice and
a smaller bowl of cereal and
something is wrong when
there are ideas of how to
sneak pieces into napkins
or how to plan each meal.One teaspoon of sugar
half a glass of orange juice
and a smaller bowl of cereal
and lately the mirror is
becoming a friend with a
convincing lie.No sugar and half a glass
of orange juice and a smaller
bowl of cereal with half left
and lately my knees are beginning
to hurt from all of the jump rope
I am using to gag my mind with.No sugar and a glass of water
and half a cup of cereal and
lately my ribs are becoming
more sharp than the reflection
my blurry eyes can barely
look at.No sugar and a glass of water
and half a cup of cereal and
my hands are beginning to
shake and I can barely stand
and my body is so cold that
my Sister does not allow me
to touch her to console her
of the pain I have brought.No sugar and a glass of water
and half a cup of cereal and
finally my body collapses
when I fall sick and I can
barely pick myself up only to
throw up poisoned thoughts
and false depictions.No sugar and a glass of water
and half a cup of cereal and
clothing meant for children
three years younger than my
body but lately my mentality
has started to crumble like
the pastries I refuse to touch.No sugar and a glass of water
and half a cup of cereal but my
Sister is beginning to cry more
than I do and my hair is so thin
my Father never calls me a
princess anymore.No sugar and a glass of water
and half a cup of cereal and my
Mother screams at me for three
hours straight telling me I am
tearing the family apart but
all I can do is count the number
of times her voice cracks.One teaspoon of sugar and
half a glass of orange juice
and cereal enough to fill a
small bowl and I can only
taste the saltiness of my
tears but I still force it
down so my Sister will
speak to me again.Two teaspoons of sugar
and a glass of orange juice
and more cereal and lately
the mirror and I have been
talking about how lonely
our minds are without our
thoughts to keep us company.Three teaspoons of sugar
and a glass of orange juice
and a bowl of cereal and
I am wondering if this is
really worth it after all I
went through to lose but
we both know I have always
preferred winning to losing.Today I put as much sugar
as I can fit in my cereal bowl
and drink as much orange
juice as I want and the mirror
and I have made a deal to keep
quiet of our opinions and we
know we can someday move on
from our bitter past and my Sister
and I spend our winter days collecting
snowflakes rather than searching
for blankets to keep me warm.
Sugar and cereal - I like the taste of recovery. (via dollpoetry)
Three teaspoons of sugar
a glass of orange juice and
a large bowl of cereal and not
one measuring cup or special
utensil used and the mirror is
only worth a short glance while
the warmth of the sunlight is
much more friendly.Three teaspoons of sugar
a glass of orange juice and
a large bowl of cereal and
no one says anything but
lately the mirror has started
to become friendlier and the
reflection seems to be worth
more company.Two teaspoons of sugar
a glass of orange juice and
a smaller bowl of cereal and
something is wrong when
there are ideas of how to
sneak pieces into napkins
or how to plan each meal.One teaspoon of sugar
half a glass of orange juice
and a smaller bowl of cereal
and lately the mirror is
becoming a friend with a
convincing lie.No sugar and half a glass
of orange juice and a smaller
bowl of cereal with half left
and lately my knees are beginning
to hurt from all of the jump rope
I am using to gag my mind with.No sugar and a glass of water
and half a cup of cereal and
lately my ribs are becoming
more sharp than the reflection
my blurry eyes can barely
look at.No sugar and a glass of water
and half a cup of cereal and
my hands are beginning to
shake and I can barely stand
and my body is so cold that
my Sister does not allow me
to touch her to console her
of the pain I have brought.No sugar and a glass of water
and half a cup of cereal and
finally my body collapses
when I fall sick and I can
barely pick myself up only to
throw up poisoned thoughts
and false depictions.No sugar and a glass of water
and half a cup of cereal and
clothing meant for children
three years younger than my
body but lately my mentality
has started to crumble like
the pastries I refuse to touch.No sugar and a glass of water
and half a cup of cereal but my
Sister is beginning to cry more
than I do and my hair is so thin
my Father never calls me a
princess anymore.No sugar and a glass of water
and half a cup of cereal and my
Mother screams at me for three
hours straight telling me I am
tearing the family apart but
all I can do is count the number
of times her voice cracks.One teaspoon of sugar and
half a glass of orange juice
and cereal enough to fill a
small bowl and I can only
taste the saltiness of my
tears but I still force it
down so my Sister will
speak to me again.Two teaspoons of sugar
and a glass of orange juice
and more cereal and lately
the mirror and I have been
talking about how lonely
our minds are without our
thoughts to keep us company.Three teaspoons of sugar
and a glass of orange juice
and a bowl of cereal and
I am wondering if this is
really worth it after all I
went through to lose but
we both know I have always
preferred winning to losing.Today I put as much sugar
as I can fit in my cereal bowl
and drink as much orange
juice as I want and the mirror
and I have made a deal to keep
quiet of our opinions and we
know we can someday move on
from our bitter past and my Sister
and I spend our winter days collecting
snowflakes rather than searching
for blankets to keep me warm.
Sugar and cereal - I like the taste of recovery. (via dollpoetry)
To my daughter I will say,
‘See your beauty
without a compliment
or a mirror.’
‘Blind’ by Della Hicks-Wilson (via crystalpony)
To my daughter I will say,
‘See your beauty
without a compliment
or a mirror.’
‘Blind’ by Della Hicks-Wilson (via bl-ossomed)
I was sucked
backwards into the mirror
where I played the piano on my ribcage
and the drums with my knees
singing
I am, I am here
I am
I am more.
She did not hear me
and I could not stop.
Michelle K., The Mirror. (via michellekpoems)
It is slow, gradual.
There are no fireworks,
no sudden epiphanies.
It is staring at your reflection
early on a Tuesday morning,
with sleep crusted eyes
and brown curls matted with dreams
and feeling indifferent.
It is raising your hand
ready to strike
and lowering it,
letting your mirrored self
live another day.It is being willingly blindfolded,
breathing deep and trusting.
It is opening your ears,
hearing both thoughts and feelings
and allowing them to wash over you;
listen.
It is finding a lion
in your heart
and being deafened by his roar
feeling his bravery and strength
surge through you
and realising you are one and the same.It is running your hands
over your skin,
like a lover would.
It is feeling softness,
where sharp edges used to protrude.
The ridges of rib bones
lined up like soldiers,
no longer on the front line.
It is spreading the news,
“The war is over.”
Finally.It is impulsively sowing seeds,
knowing full well
last year’s harvest
was ravaged by locusts.
It is tending to the flowerbed,
every day,
even after it has rained.
It is letting nature have its way,
vines and moss covering grey walls,
root systems holding too tight
to water pipes.It is water in all its forms,
the steam clearing after a shower,
the first droplets before a storm,
the dried salt on your skin.
It is leaps of faith
taken knowingly,
legs flailing, arms flapping,
the last breath of salty air before
ice blue water swallows you.
It is gradual, slow,
creeping up on you,
another persistent vine,
something feels different
and then you realise,
it’s been growing on you for some time.
B.N. ~ what acceptance feels like (via breatheinbronte)
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