
I would not consider myself a writer by nature, but the older I get and the more life experience I gain, the more I seem to gravitate toward writing. It has been especially helpful to me in my eating disorder recovery. During the times when my heart feels heavy and my mind is swimming with words that are difficult to speak out loud, I write. Sometimes I want to share what I write with my husband or others, other times it is for my eyes only. Whatever form my writing takes, it has power. When we speak our words aloud, we may struggle to express them appropriately or others may find it difficult to receive them. Once the conversation is over, the words are gone. That is what I love about writing from my heart. It is even better than venting because, like a picture, it captures how I am feeling at a certain time. I can go back to it again and again when I need a reminder of how far I’ve come or encouragement to keep moving forward. As I soak the words in, I may gain a new perspective depending on how I am feeling that day. I especially like poetry because I can write things that allow me to release my feelings like a bird taking flight. People can learn so much more from a poem than just, “She was hurting that day,” or “Running must bring her great joy.” Below are some poems I have written over the last couple years at various times. Running and faith are common themes for me.
Enough
She is relentless with her goals
Yet they do not fill her soul
One more mile to fuel her power
Exhaustion in the darkest hours
She wants everyone to believe she is tough
She needs to accept she’s already enough
Fire and Light
The feel of the air on my face
Coaxing my legs to push the pace
Thoughts escape me in the zone
Always feels like coming home
Limbs keep churning
Lungs start burning
Call me crazy but the fire refines me
The joy and defeat make me light
A time when my world feels right
Fire and light
Grace
She tries to win the war within
Her thoughts consume her with an awful din
Each bite is a battle that leaves her rattled
Am I good enough? Fast enough?
One more race will prove I’m tough
Facing the truth is just too rough
Keep the pace, erase his face
Just do it and all will be well
Never mind what the others tell
They can’t feel your pain or sense the strain
Keep on smiling, fill that hole
Just stop and be still
He’s leading you to your goal
Strength
Her hands have held tiny fingers and wiped away tears
They have passed a baton and prayed through her fears
Her legs have hiked mountains and crossed peaceful streams
Run countless miles toward many goals and dreams
Her eyes have seen her children play, laugh and grow
She loves them more than they could know
Her heart holds more pain than she cares to show
But that same heart holds a joy that at times makes her glow
This body is more than meets the eye
Each day these words she tries to live by
She is strong. She will rise.
Strength will come when she looks to the sky.

Beautifully worded
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beautiful post!
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