The Empty Monster Inside

The food that fills your starving
“Monster,”
Is the food that fills your day.
I see your curves as hills and mountains,
Beautiful and majestic.
Your stripes are rivers and streams and valleys,
Shimmering in the night sky.
The bones that poke through your thin skin,
I see as rocks and boulders, ready for you to climb over,
And see the beautiful waterfall hidden,
Waiting for someone to take a swim.
Your skin and bones,
You see as roses and thorns.
But I don’t wish for your skin and bones
To be roses and thorns,
I wish they were
The blossoming flowers and trees,
Up on the mountain top,
Life full of ease.