You know who you are. My memories about you are sometimes fantastical, sometimes sad, always clear. As many as there are, you continue to amaze me daily on my path through life. I once over indulged in the sweeter version of you as a child, and got so sick I laid down on the bottom of an empty shelf at People’s Drug Store. Customers looked at me like I was crazy but you knew better.
You are the culprit of a life-long struggle for many, trying to detach themselves from the bond and break free from your hold. You nurture, strengthen, build and grow but you can also kill. Survivors know this all too well and while they resent you for it, their lifeblood would cease without you. If you were human, what would you look like? Would you have a Roman nose, muscles of steel, smooth skin and strong eyes? Would you resent yourself for self-induced illness and the dredge of carrying around extra baggage you cannot afford to hold? I imagine you might look strangely beautiful and ethereal. People would talk about you and wish they could be in your presence and their appetite for you would never wane.
Oh but you would satisfy them, wouldn’t you? They would indulge and might even smoke a cigarette afterward like a night of knock-down, drag-out passionate sex. But some would be quick to anger and blame you for their woes, while others would cherish the potential within you. Mother Nature at her finest, all wholesome and so very sexy. You have carried me all the while, at my rock bottom and my finest triumphs and yet I know you will be there again when I need you. Because I will need you, have always wanted you and I am content with the knowledge that you will never, ever fail me.