You put on a mask,
To cover your sinister glare.
Your intention was death,
Never play nice, never play fair.
Sneakily, you crept into the mind
Of an innocent girl.
Made false promises of
Comfort. Security. The world.
Swiftly and slyly, you dug
Your sharp nails in deep.
Taking over her mind,
You manipulated her body til weak.
Unable to discern between
His truth and your wicked lies.
She was thrust into your cage,
Becoming empty and hollow inside.
You laughed, oh, how you laughed
Because you thought you had won.
But wrong, oh, how wrong,
Because from the cage
The LIGHTHOUSE was born.
Determine and strong,
She arose from the anguish and fear.
Through the struggle and sorrow,
Her passion and purpose now clear.
She is the LIGHTHOUSE,
Guiding frail ships in the storm.
Alerting of treacherous danger,
Marking safe entries to shore.
Mighty she stands,
Tall for the world to see.
Her light beaming brightly,
A hope of recovery.
Lots of love,
The Lighthouse: An Ode To Eating Disorders written by Sarah Kate Anderson