Death March

I see you all out there –

Dying

With desperate claims of

“I want to be thin!

I will be thin!

Nothing matters but thin!”

And you live in this smallest of worlds

Like your smallest of bodies

Trying to die with at least some victory:

A cry: I was the thinnest!

A bag of bones in a grave.

Oh, yes, girl – you won.

Just look how you won.

Oh, I see you all out there –

Dying

With the extra flesh and fat hanging off your

Helpless body,

Stuffing more food into your face

Creating a barrier between your soul and the world

With your desperate claims of

“I deserve this food!”

Treat? Or punishment of the severest kind?

Your largest of bodies in the very same smallest of worlds.

Small little worlds seem so safe. Ha.

Watts said,

“There is no safety. Seeking it is painful.”

I see you all out there –

Dying

With your sweet, still-beating hearts.

The hearts you have always had, that have been hurt

And trampled on, and damaged…

Are Hearts begging you to face What Lives In Them.

Oh, the true power you would find there!

Have you not already lived the Worst?

Have you not already felt the Pain of the very Worst?

I see how you cling to your faulty thoughts as you walk lifelessly to your graves –

Believing that your only power…

Is in choosing…

How

You die.

But that is not your only choice.

I am one of you

And I chose

Life.

And I am calling to you as I watch your Death March.

“You don’t have to go! Oh child, you do not have to go.”

Join me

And we can walk a different road

Together.

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