My Friend Ana

Poem II

With each grumble,

With each stumble,

My smile grows,

My sadness goes,

With each growl,

With each howl,

My vision clears,

My last breath nears,

With each mouthful,

With each pound full,

My hunger goes,

My sadness grows,

With each drink,

With each blink,

My weakness grows,

My sadness goes,

With each huff,

With each puff,

My goodbyes grow,

My life goes...

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Based on the roller coaster that is the recovery from anorexia nervosa, or any other addiction, as you see it. It tells of her starving herself, making recovery, and relapsing- but this time never to recover.

You Can Do This.