But Darling Please – A Poem

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By: Izii Jane Taylor

Oh beautiful girl

The devil in your mind

Has taken you away

Reminding you of each bite, you didn’t eat yesterday


The days have become meaningless

One tiresome, ongoing, groundhog day.

That may be their rock bottom, but darling..

Yours may not look the same

The external may be different to the one beside you

…But inside, the feelings and thoughts are all one game


Oh beautiful girl

The damage this disease brings

It’s not your fault my darling

I don’t blame you that you don’t see

Because when you are in it

It’s all consuming,

Everyone else is lying

Except that screaming voice inside your head

Telling you would be better off dead.


But the thing is..

….You have dissappeared

Your mind is not present

..And your body is fading..

But darling the thing is…

….This may go on for months or even years.


The sad part is

Some won’t take you seriously

They fail to see

Its not just the body, the weight, the numbers

Its the mind, the behaviors, the thoughts..that not everybody see’s

But darling, please. Not everyone will understand, and nor do they have to.


And this crossroad remains

With only two directions





Some don’t make it

Some survive

Others are unaware

Others don’t care

…But many do thrive, when they are given a hand to hold, a footprint to follow and a step to take towards life.


Recovery, what the hell was that

wasn’t something I wanted..


…I wasn’t thin enough

…I wasn’t ill enough

My life, my company. Together all the time, stood there right beside, destroying my mind. It was the abuser that I could not leave. But ‘I’m Fine’.


But I failed to see, the hurt the pain, the fear….and utter helplessness of my family around me.

..they had to watch their own creation, fall apart.

Stealing tiny pieces of their heart

I didn’t understand, I pushed them away,

My games couldn’t be saved for another day


That was the moment of feeling complete helplessness. As you faded..

The life sucked right out of you

…another grueling night


But darling, I won’t wish that you sleep tight

Because you have the power, in every hour

To fight

And darling you have so much potential

Please don’t leave it to late


One day, I hope you will find

The danger of staying tightly closed

Is more painful, more scary

Than the danger it may take to bloom.


I know you won’t believe me when I say

The world would be worse off, without you there each day.

It’s hard to hear anything beyond that mind but..

….Tell the little child inside

She’s not alone, she doesn’t have to hide.


There is no guarantee that this will ever be easy

It’s a process, a journey


If not now for you, then try for me, for him, for her..

…There may be bad days…

But before it was months or years.


And for those who believe there is no-one who cares..

..or there is no point..

it’s hard to find the words

Many of us know those intense, crippling feelings, that always seem to be there.

But I promise, I will always care


…Please, I pray, give yourself a chance. I’ll be here, that part of life is better to leave behind

There are so many ways that you can shine


And try to be a little less harsh to yourself my darling, for we are all imperfect.

In this whirlwind of beautiful pain.


Scatter your blossom

Let your heart run free


..And sprinkle the air with the uniqueness of you

About the Author: I’m Izii Jane Taylor. I first came into recovery from anorexia when i was 17. I went through three rehabilitations and they helped saved my life. I am studying addiction psychology at university and I really hope to help those struggling with addiction of any kind to find their voice to fight. I hope to give back the help I have received. Everyone with mental health struggles have beautiful souls. Sometimes we all just need a little help to see a glimmer of light, and a splash of hope and love. For someone to say I understand, you are not alone, you matter. For someone to love you until you can love yourself (and of course after that too!) Looking back my greatest achievement is continuing to live when I wanted to die. I think this is everyone’s greatest achievement. Just facing one more day. One more moment Putting one foot infront of the other and deciding for that second to stay.

This post originally appeared on rainbowedsoul.blogspot.co.uk


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By: Molly Kirschner

Most women should lose weight, he said,

in Boston Market, over a large plate of brownies

he was the only one eating. I don’t know

about the other girls, but I didn’t say fuck you

because I didn’t know he was wrong. It made sense

that smaller people would have smaller problems,

not the kind of sadness that threatens to make itself

pregnant with you.

So I went home and told my roses they would look better as rulers.

I dumped them out and went to Staples,

bought a flower pot’s worth of rulers.

They sit politely on my windowsill.

Perfect identical erect rectangles. Well-mannered. Measured.

Need no water. You can come see them if you like,

gathering light to no purpose. Beautiful isn’t it?

Beauty is a shapeless dress of a word,

one I can’t afford.

About the Author: Molly Kirschner is a poet and playwright. Kirschner’s first book of poems, Hard Proof, was released in July of 2015 from Red Mountain Press. Her second collection, Notes For Further Research, is forthcoming from Fly By Night Press, a subsidiary of A Gathering of the Tribes. Kirschner’s poems have appeared in numerous journals, as well as in Italian translation. Her new play L’appel du Vide premiered this summer at Under St Marks Theater.


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FullSizeRender“Laundry” By Vanessa Frances is a collection of poetry, prose, and essays, touching on triumph and tragedy, overcoming one’s own demons, abuse, as well as the bittersweetness of first love and first loss. As with dirty clothes, humans themselves are given the chance to wash, rinse, dry, and fold themselves over and over again. With every cycle, we gain more of our own wear and tear, adding to our own individuality. Everything comes out in the wash. Below is a sample titled “Monuments.” Purchase “Laundry” to read more poems like this!


There is beauty in formations cut by time’s gentle hand
It is in our jagged edges 
World wonders are discovered
The Grand Canyon too does not run straight

About the Author: Vanessa Frances is a self-published writer, poet, and journalist from Orlando, Florida. She is a journalism student at Flagler College and is actively involved in the Project HEAL nonprofit, an organization for the treatment of eating disorders, helping to run the organization’s social media. Her work has appeared in a variety of online and print publications, such as “Clover Letter”, “Teen Ink”, and a variety of marketing blogs, as well as on two news and editorial blogs that she works closely with, “The Millennial Times” and her own story sharing network “The Ophelia.”She likes dogs and cats because variety is the spice of life and why should you limit yourself to liking one specific thing over the other? Vanessa hopes to continue writing, whether that be more poetry, plays, a full-length novel, or another personal essay for the internet.
You can follow Vanessa on Instagram @vanessafrances and her website.