I outgrew myself, watching stillness
Now I am
Blanketed in straining waistlines
An unusual feeling that thrums my vanity
Like a badly played guitar
Because wasn’t I the girl who refused to change?
And then there was the road and its damage
I walked it timid, my feet bled
I saw no end
I may
Regain the attitude of the untouched
In due course
As memory befuddles
Twins of angst and fear
For the soft skin of recovery is a mockingbird
She sings hopeful
Strikes down what I took for granted
The old me
Always the same size and circumference
Thinking she was invulnerable
Now she trembles slightly
If her stomach lurches
When it slaps suddenly, the salve of indomitable
You spend as much time picking up the pieces
Of what you thought safe and sound
Anxiety is your friend in the search
For that girl you were before
Now I can’t fit into myself
I don’t know who remains
But if you’ll lend me enough to purchase
A replacement …