So intricately enmeshed
with my body’s curves.
Extra pounds shout: “UGLY!”
from protruding hips.
Ungainly ounces
drag self-worth
to fearful depths.
Sagging shelves
avert my eyes’ firm gaze,
as ripples of doubt
imprison me
in despair.That ‘food’ can tear my heart
into shaking shreds of nothing …until – I open my soul to truth
and wrap kind arms
of compassion around
my fleshuntil – dawn breaks on the sanity
of love for the fragile me
inside, which quivers,
entrapped in this casing
of painand an inner smile shines,
extending its glow of warmth
to melt the
hateful glare
of the icy exterior
of me.
© Nicky Clifford 2016
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