Accountability Poem: Original

It's time to move out
Of this muddy milieu
We've mis-stepped,
Mistaken, meandered into.

"Where do we go from here,"
We may wonder aloud,
"When the work we've been doing
Should have made us proud?"

Indeed, it's a struggle
Both to goal and beyond.
No one said it was easy;
But this "hard" just seems wrong.

Attending the meetings,
Using tiny spoons and forks;
We know how to work this,
And we've proven it works.

So, then why the increase
On the scale's weekly number?
All else being equal,
Those gains are a bummer.

We are stronger, older, wiser,
We're even more self-aware;
But when the jeans get tighter,
Even good girls want to swear.

No, let's not be nasty,
Bitter words won't suffice.
Better find hope and faith
And to ourselves be nice.

To hearts, wild and tender,
The world is unkind.
Insulating with food walls
Will not help, we all find.

It seems natural comfort
When life throws its darts.
But leaves us, still hungry,
With gaping holes in our hearts.

Step out of the darkness
You are not alone.
I'm there for you, Sister,
As near as your phone.

We can pull through together,
Conquer this present foe.
Please hold me accountable
As, with strength, forward, we go!

Johnna Troglin, MA HSER/MFT
@JoysMyStrength
www.ScriptedWellness.com

Stay focused.  Stay tuned.  Stay well.
#youaresoveryworthy

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