Annabelle Hamilton: Reflecting

Dear Warrior talk, my name is Annabelle and this is my poem.

I hope you all like it. 

I’m sending all you warriors all the love and positivity in the world.

Love from Annabelle. 

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My stomach is growing

So are my thighs,

But what about my hair,

And my smile, and my mind?

Once a girl with sunken eyes

Hollow, cold and bruised,

Now beaming with a healthy heart,

Stronger and renewed.

There may be wounds yet to heal,

And scars that will remain,

But I’m learning to live my life,

And thrive with every day.

I will not look back in ten years’ time

Wishing I’d stayed ill,

Instead I’ll be adventuring

For new ambitions to fulfil.

So maybe I am not as small

As I once was before,

But I’d rather possess a healthy body

Than be dying anymore.