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Things Of Comfort
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Things Of Comfort
By:Tenna Perry
There are things
That bring me comfort
No matter what the emotion
Taking away for just a while
The pain or distress
For each feeling
I have a special treat
Sadness is a sickly mix
Of vanilla ice,
Pralines and cream
Scoop by scoop
I devour it
By the pint
Loneliness is chocolate
Milk will do in a pinch
But the type I crave
When faced by myself
Is Hershey’s Special Dark
Giant, no snack sizes for me
Anger is a crunchy thing
Popcorn with butter
Will do in a pinch
Chips and hot sauce
Extra peppers if you please
An entire bag will disappear
Before my unreasonable rage
Worries of children
Or overwhelming debt
Calls for a “BK” feast
Whoppers, extra mayo
Grease fried French fries
Eighty or so grams
Of hideous saturated fat
Celebrations call
For an evening on the town
Steaks cooked rare
Giant baked potatoes
Extra butter and sour cream
No evening would be complete
Without one strawberry covered slice
Of New York style cheesecake
Joy calls for Mexican
All you can eat buffet
With artery clogging grease
And strings of melted cheese
Bowls of guacamole
Sopapillas dripping honey
Finishes off the perfect feast
Each and every emotion
Builds another layer
Of hidden feelings protected,
Concealed behind
The extra padding of fat
Keeping others at bay
While limiting life itself
My children hear scorn
For my size
My husband loves the me
I myself can’t find
What can he see
How can he love
When I detest myself?
I wrote a corresponding article to this poem that explains in part why I do search for comfort in food. It can be found at: Things Of Comfort
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