1993
The miles I ran then,
to burn off the
smidgen of
cookie that I
failed to purge
back up.
The hammer that rested
against my heart
heavier by the hour
as I climbed through life.
The salt and vitamins
and fluids my body lost
12 times a day.
The grief I lacked the
courage to stare down.
The humiliation
and relief,
when finally caught
in the act.
The help I got
and didn't know I deserved.
The work and sweetness of life.
By: Dana Esau
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