Let Me Fly Away

by Neesa Suncheuri

I float in air with my
Every motion.  I am envied.
Such is cultural
Attractiveness, I,
Wisp of air,
Miracle of

This is the gift of thinness.

These thighs do not
Touch, my arms,
Mere branches.
Food does not matter,
I’ve no favorite meals.
Only air satisfies, yet
I struggle to breathe,
My lungs are malnourished.
Of this, I am proud.
The scale weighs not
Mass but self-worth.
A low number is
The mark of Enlightenment.

Gymnasts, Ballerinas,
Paragons of athletic beauty.
Their craft rectifies their bodies, but
I do not have their talent.
Runway models, living hangers,
Easier to emulate.
Hiding under baggy
Bohemian chic fashions,
Textile excuses for
Bones, a sense of
Style.  I consume not
Food, but clothes.

A sallow face in the mirror,
Bulge on my exposed cheeks,
Arms still feature pinchable
Flaps, they must be deleted.
I must embrace dizziness, a
Spiritual test I must pass…

From life into death.
Such is eternity.

Neesa Suncheuri works as a mental health peer specialist at a housing agency in Queens, New York.  She is the founder of a Facebook discussion group for peer specialists and other recovery enthusiasts, entitled “What is Wellness?  A Mental Health Discussion Group.”  Much of her creative inspiration is rooted in her now-tamed schizophrenia.  She is a singer/songwriter, and performs in various venues in the city.  She writes poetry, maintains a blog and is currently working on a memoir.  Follow her on Twitter at @aquariumspeaks.

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