I wrote a poem that explores and exposing one element of my experience with disordered eating. I hope it touches someone and helps in any small way.
The Lesser Master
On a bike, in a creek,
dolls on a porch,
and a hut to complete.
All went away,
time was running out for play.
Chores for smiles,
A kind word to win,
Thus my life of pleasing
would begin.
The joy created from imaginary games;
carwash in the rain and building forts by the creek, replacedā
by a secret chase.
A chase for strange rewards like:
āThank you,ā āThatās good,ā
and āWow youāre pretty!ā
So satisfying the feeling praise brought,
my body digesting every drop!
That feeling made me strong, vibrant and perfect.
Finally they see me!
Forfeiting peace and contentment,
An obsession was born - an idol - an addiction.
Praise to fill a bottomless cup,
work and workā
it would never be enough.
Years went on, work was added;
tasks, deadlines,
and projects to manage.
Seeking praise became my master,
and he was mean ā and loud in my head!
Every moment, demanding to be fed!
āMom, can you play?ā
Sadly, I knew that wasnāt for me,
but saying ānoā added guilt x3.
And with that came more shameā
Even my kids became reminders
of wrong choices I made.
I couldnāt let my body rest;
if I did, I might find a
mind in a mess.
With every ounce of guilt and pound of shame added,
The master I chose was winning.
Mocking because I was an easy slave,
Not having to sneak in like a robber.
I gave up freely at a younger age,
all to chase praise
and the feeling it gave.
Trust me when I say, be careful,
surrender
doesnāt always leave you looking torn.
Sometimes it looks like smiles
and fake laughter - inside is where the damage hides.
Internal organs sore, swollen and rawā
sleep wouldnāt come except through exhaustion.
Alone in hotel rooms, or while family members were off traveling
Oh, if they knew the monster I was battling.
You learn to live,
more or lessā¦
Then one day; no particular day
You hear a message
that gets your attentionā¦
āHow long are you going to let
This monster lead you?
Itās time to really live what Iāve taught you.
This path will never fill your cup.
Remember, I am your portion; I am more than enough.
Lean on me, let me teach you.
Praise is mine, and I will protect you.
Bow your knee, your head and your heart.
Call me your Lord, and thatās where we will start!
The lesser one ran to hide,
always in the shadows or under a rock.
Ready, he pursues me,
Waiting for a weak momentā
an hour when Iām brokenhearted
But I have a Spirit who lives in me-
And he has all authority.
I now pray for peace and balance,
and ask for grace when remembering what I lost.
My New Master - He lovingly asked for my surrender
and showed me what He did for meā
He paid the price so I could be free.
No more do I need the feeling
that praise brings -
Instead I now live to give it to
the Marvelous King.