Battle of The Scales
I woke up this morning
another battle of the scales
how much weight has dropped
face is curiously thinner
Sometimes, when I glance
into the bathroom mirror
I'm shocked to see this handsome man
staring back at me with uneasy eyes
Other times, I view
this wounded creature,
like a bird with a broken wing
feigning self imposed restraint
Starving, purifying
from 286 lbs of colossal wreckage
hiding in a garishly lit reflection
in some nameless casino window
Avoiding eye contact with anyone
unless one wishes to see
a confused soul shining so brightly
How the light just pours out of me
Now thinner at 191 lbs.
yet hardly frail looking
so I guess that is something
when life crawls into a rebound
One can emerge from any cocoon
stagger out of bed at 6am
or sleep in a dreamless slumber until noon
The world is beckoning, man!
mathiasthom
written 3/21/10
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