I can see my recovery,

Lingering in the near distance

So close, yet so far

I try to reach it with persistence

I sprint, I claw, I fight with the rules

Engrained in my head

I try to hide from the behaviors

That keep me from being well fed

The finish line, almost tangible

Comes into view

I stay on track, I do everything right

I break my chains in two

Is this really the end?

Have I taken my life back

And won the war raging in my thoughts

That I forgot I should lack?

I reach out, but

I am pushed every

Direction

But

Forward

The cruelest asymptote

I approach, but never ever cross the line

I win the battle, but never the war

The cruelest asymptote