Try HarderMature

I feel ever so weak

Struggling to get what I want

Yet not reaching the goal I seek

 

For a trip to the scale today

Informed me that I was very wrong

And that my body truly began to betray

 

Me. I thought I was healthy.

Soft yes, but thin enough

But the weight had crept, very stealthy

 

And now I’m in its clutch

Holding me down despite how

I honestly don’t eat all that much

 

So frustrated I cry

Knowing tomorrow is another day

For me to passionately try.

The End

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