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Creative piece- written from the point of view of someone suffering from sugar-addiction. |
| Overflowing with sadness and guilt and shame , I find my mind wandering. It always does. It wanders all the way to the cabinets, Where I know all too well is where the candy Left-over from Halloween Is being stored. Just one piece, I beg myself, A promise made. I break the promise I've made, Unwrap candy. Piece by piece of cholate. Melted, sweet, and Savory chocolate bits. Bitter-sweetness, The taste is a sweet haven That takes me far away from my misery. Lasts a second. Afterwards, I feel awful. My deed has caused horrible after-affects. It is all gone; The bag- my haven's- empty. What do I do? I know I need something more. More chocolate! No… that is not what I need... What I need is A better coping method. I know I must Move onto more stable ground, Find a way to- To deal with this addiction. I must… I must… I…Wasn’t there some more of That chocolate In the bottom cabinet? Just one more piece… |