The gentle quietness surrounds me
Like waves gently lapping at my feet,
The breeze calmly stroking my face
A peaceful serenity is in the air.
Funny how the external atmosphere
Can mis-represent all that’s inside.
Funny how there can be internal chaos
When all that’s outside is so nice.
Creation is such a beauty,
Friends and family are kind.
Everything plods along nicely,
No massive hurdles to climb.
But on the inside its different,
On the inside is pain.
All that’s within is tense and tight,
And I just cant escape my mind.
The harsh reality traps me,
Like a tight knot I can’t unravel,
The parched land of my mind screaming for liquid
A chaotic battle within my bones.
And yet
The gentle quietness surrounds me
Like waves gently lapping at my feet,
The breeze calmly stroking my face
A peaceful serenity is in the air.
How can this be?
Why should this be?
Why can’t I be thin?
Why can I not win?
Why is everything in conflict?
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