In the bright light of morning,
All I see is a huge, black, endless hole.
I created it.
I must banish it.
The struggle sets in, as I lose to my thoughts.
Fat.
Ugly.
Rejected.
I wallow in my pit of misery, not letting anyone else in to suffer with me.
I know I must do this alone.
In the bright light of morning,
All I see is that hole.
But it isn't so black.
So endless.
I look in the mirror for the first time
In many months.
Rather than recoiling in disgust
I am intrigued.
Who is this pretty young woman?
Surely it is not myself.
But the eyes look familiar.
And the soft brown hair looks like my own.
And then I see what my friends,
My mother and father,
And God see.
I am not ugly.
I am a diamond, sparkling!
In the morning light, I see the sun
For the first time in many months.
I am Free.
