Like a diabetic, you make a decision whether to eat what your body can effectively use. ~ Rebecca

What you put in your mouth…
obviously you decide. But for years
I chose to think with my cravings,
with my insecurities, with my loneliness,
with my fear. And the decisions
were like ruts, well-worn paths
to solace…solace that had moved,
that no longer was there,
a vacant shed, long-since deserted.
For instead of comfort self-hatred,
loathing, disgust lives there.
Like learning a the way to a new home
changing from habitual turns,
rote-route memory, to the right path
to where we’ve chosen to go.
What you put in your mouth…
obviously you decide.
And you can choose new
and disdain choices that lead
to ruins.