I’m taking a poetry class right now, and I’m finding I don’t have many powerful events from my life to write about. Sadly, much of my life has been consumed by an eating disorder, which I guess is a powerful event all its own. Understandably, much of my poetry focuses on it, the feelings its brought up, and its effect on me and my life. Here is one of those poems.
Music blares from the unseen speakers,
Some artist I don’t know
Screaming words I can’t understand.
I have a feeling I’ve been here before
In a dream, perhaps
Like I feel now
eyes piercing my sallow skin
stares I read like Tarot cards.
The track stops. Conversations don’t.
The speakers slow
to realize there’s no need to shout.
Secrets no longer secret
Someone starts it up again
but too late.
The damage is done.
They all know.
Ed asks me to dance
and I gladly oblige.