Bottom of the barrel, dregs in the mug, a plastic grocery bag become a surrender flag giving up from the treetop. A hole dug so deep it’s become a grave. Hope seems in vain but hope anyway. Better is the […]
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A Minute Poem
The rules for a minute poem: 3 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas) 8 syllables in the first line of each stanza 4 syllables in the remaining lines of each stanza rhyme scheme: aabb/ccdd/eeff written in strict iambic meter Recovery in twelve […]
Continue reading »A Hibernating Pregnant Bear
Food, give me food! I’ve eaten the berries, the leaves, the twigs, nowI’m gnawing the trunk. Honey! Give honey me! I need sweet!! I found a hive, ate the honey, the honeycomb, the bees, the hive! More honey, Give me […]
Continue reading »On the Brink
I am as close to taking that first compulsive bite today as I was on the day I came into program if I am not living in the present and aware that I am a compulsive overeater. – Voices of […]
Continue reading »The First Addiction
After twenty-four years in the program, I began to see that self-hatred was my first addiction. ~ Overeaters Anonymous, Third Edition (Kindle Locations 869-870). Some of us were chubby toddlers, never healthy body weights, some ideal weight into our twenties then […]
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