The Secret

Everyone has a secret!

That’s very personal to you.

A source of jubilation,

Or something you have to work through.

My secret is peculiar,

As I don’t want to lose weight,

‘It’d be good for your health,’

Is the big debate.

I’m an obese woman,

As tall as I am round,

This weight is part of me,

Its psychologically bound.

Every time I stand

On the scales that weigh,

‘Please be the same,’

I secretly pray.

Deep shame envelopes me,

Into a horizon dark,

Trauma the cause,

Abuse the spark.

The hold it has,

Over my body now,

Makes me feel imprisoned,

By a closed in window.

I talk about my trauma

It is a past event,

Where over the years,

Hours of reminiscing spent.

No tape will fix it,

It has to come from me,

I need to be rid of it!

I need to be free!

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