Dear Anorexia, You made me Sm al le r Shrinking me and my W O R L D. Leaving me with n o t h i n g . . . . . . Intertwined for years, when you started to fade away my fingertips would reach out, grasping for you afraid Anorexia is thy name And I was thee. My soul and yours a hazy mixture Unable to be part of Life You did serve A purpose Or two Protecting me In a strange and S I C K way. Anxiety calmed Depression staved off (For a while, anyway It was never a permanent Fix.) It is so hard To let go even now Your voice still screams You don't deserve to eat You don't . . . But I know there is No option of returning to you In order to live, I must allow you to die. It is time to say good-bye. Your usefulness Is gone All you can bring me is Grief. And I have already cried so many t e a r s because of you . . . Anorexia Now I want life mind soul body The arms of my husband around me Not your snakelike Tentacles. Friends Conversations Reading Writing Laughter The smile that you tried to kill. My thoughts are becoming Free of your interference And I am beginning to finally rediscover Me.