In shadows deep, where darkness lingers
Anorexia whispers, slender fingers
A paradox unfolding, surreal and staple
For comfort, it claims, within its own dark
A yearning for solace, a quiet embrace
A fragile dance, where pain finds its space
A shelter it promises, a twisted release
An illusion of control, where hunger finds peace
But, o dear spirit, rise above this plight
Unveil the truth hidden from sight
For comfort lies not in bones so frail
Nor in a heart that withers, destined to fail
The comfort lies in shared embrace
In love's gentle touch upon your face
In nourishing whispers, affectionate and warm
A symphony of strength that shall transform
Embrace the beauty of your precious frame
With each breath, let your soul reclaim
See your worth, your vibrant self unbind
For the comfort lives in the love you find
Anorexia may masquerade as solace still
But beneath its guise, resilience will instil
A journey of healing, a path towards light
Where self-love and nourishment intertwine, ignite
So let not comfort be an empty word
But a message untold, profoundly heard
You are worthy of love, of mindful care
An embrace of self, this truth we share.
I don't think you could use a more appropriate word than nourishing for this poem. Reads cautiously hopeful and unwilling to relent. Much obliged for the read.