Eating Disorder Poetry
The Final Stand
I'm stepping up to the plate
It's the final stand
But please won't you promise me you'll stay and hold my hand
I'm feeling so alone here
but I'm trying to be strong
Its time to face the demon
he's been winning for too long.
You're sure that I can do this
and I want that sureness too
but I think I finally get it
I can't do this for you
So the final stand begins here
and I won't run and hide
I feel a small piece of hope
with you here by my side
Kim
Copyright 1999 by Kim Martel
