Bones
I'm trapped in a cage of bones
That I've built with my own hands
I'm obsessed with being thin
And meeting impossible demands
I'm haunted by a voice
That tells me I'm not good enough
I'm driven by a fear
That makes me do things that are tough
I'm starving and I'm freezing
But I don't feel any pain
I'm numb and I'm empty
But I don't have anything to gain
I'm losing and I'm fading
But I don't see any way out
I'm dying and I'm breaking
But I don't know what it's all about
I used to hate myself in every way
I used to listen to the voice
That told me I was fat and weak
I used to believe the lies
That made me feel so small and bleak
But then I found the courage
To seek some help and support
I learned to challenge the voice
And fight back with some self-resort
I learned to nourish my body
And appreciate its strength and grace
I learned to love myself
And accept my shape and face
Hope is a light in the darkness
That guides me when I'm lost
Hope is a spark in the silence
Hope is a song in the chaos
That soothes me when I'm stressed
Hope is a smile in the sadness
Hope is a flower in the desert
Hope is a rainbow in the storm
Hope is a friend in the loneliness
Hope is a gift in the struggle
That reminds me I'm not on my own
I learned that I am more than a number
And that beauty comes in many forms
I learned that I have value
And that I can weather any storms
I'm still on the road to recovery
And sometimes I stumble and fall
But I know that I can rise again
And that I deserve to have it all
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Written on February 18, 2019
Submitted by Dani9574 on June 26, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | XAXA BCXC DEFE DGDG XBHXH XIBI FJXJ KXX XXK XXKXXXLXL FMEM |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,511 |
Words | 324 |
Stanzas | 11 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 4, 4, 3, 3, 9, 4 |
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