A sweet stuffed nation turns gluttonous bellies sour.
I gorge on treats, thinking I’ve found food’s treasure
but I might have made this trivial.
It is a cause for concern
when my sweat drips maple
and my dreams don’t soothe
because sleep abates the exhausted core
as my liver drowns in a fructose coma.
I regret my back sliding nature. I need to stand firm in convictions, be it food or faith, regardless of the criticism I receive from others. I know how I feel when engaged in devout practice and I need to press onward to a healthier me-spiritually, physically, and mentally. Life is too short to live drenched in society’s fad. I need to stand firm and do that which I claim I should and want to do. It is only in doing so that I’ll be able to lead any future children by example.