so harmless sitting there so very soft and inviting
this hungered rage keeps out of its reach
by furiously writing
chocolate is such a dark and dangerous word
into its addiction my sweating soul has once
again been too easily lured
such vile attempts to drag me back into its too
tempting fold
my foolishness over such laughable abuse I repeatedly
scold
how have I let myself become so involved
that around the refrigerator my weaknesses have
resolved
in slow degrees of terror
I have nightmares of myself over eating
convincing myself I've broken the cycle in which
I know I'm really beating
the urge is still there
just buried under a well conditioned surface
but the need sometimes torments the soul into
believing the kitchen isn't such a safe place
so I learn a little more about myself
then I leave
and fantasies of being thin and unencumbered I
creatively weave
and this compulsion takes the back seat and I am
able once again in myself to believe
that I can do almost anything
including
over come something that is no more than a
self professed pet peeve............
( written March 10, 1992 pm)