Grape Vine
A grape vine grows
From my stomach to my throat.
I choke and I spit,
Pulling the vine from the pit.
I pull, and I pull,
Until the grapes fall.
A vine of thorns down my throat
That tear and rot away the wall.
-I wrote this 13 months ago from today, when I was struggling immensely with bulimia. I find it sad to find old poems of mine, but I also enjoy seeing how far I've progressed– in health and writing ❤️
I wanted to share this to show that struggle is not permanent. You will be able to breathe again, even if you're presently choking on a grape vine.
@GracieBunn13
I'm so glad you've progressed and are in a happier place.
The rawness.
The pain.
The desperation.
The isolation.
I hope anyone suffering similar can see the hope that you are and you are so courageous to share , to help others 💕💜
Thank you! ❤️💓
@GracieBunn13
A pleasure 💜
