Body of Addiction

Tue, 07/02/2013 - 18:14 -- alh100

I'm not an addict of drugs nor self inflicting pain 

I'm an addict of a body I wish to never see again. 

The story starts with an obese girl,

she swore to herself she would lose all the weight and conquer the world. 

Years past and rumors flared, however never once did she dare. 

She did not dare to starve herself, nor use pills to cut away the pain. 

The weight, she thought will NEVER return again. 

She ran she sprinted and she defeated all the odds, 

The girls on the soccer team who once made fun of her being fat even gave applause. 

For now she was a lean fit body complete with a healthy mind and spirit. 

When people told her, you will never be able to do it, she never believed it. 

So my addiction just happens to be, 

constantly pushing my limits to try and see. 

Do I have what it takes to win a body building competition? 

Repeatedly impressing others and myself is my mission. 

The gym has become my best friend and my safe house, 

The Lord has given me this great gift to always share, 

that all it takes to accomplish a goal is simply getting off the couch. 

Do I want to attend meetings to cure this addiction? 

I say to you not, for that would have defeated my beginning mission. 

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