Fed up following a regimen that is not <br />working, I embarked on eating freely <br />instant soup, packets of cookies, now <br />my head belongs to the allergy <br /> <br />I can see why I need to eschew certain <br />things, living life in a vice-grip with ex- <br />plosions in my head is even worse than <br />the former distress <br /> <br />My road to Purgatory is straight, reached <br />via cookies and bread, back to the straight <br />and narrow in order to gather my wits and <br />start again, luckily I know <br /> <br />About previous lives and reincarnation, I <br />must have collected a terrible debt in my <br />previous lives to have earned me food <br />intolerance and allergy <br /> <br />Always forcing me to create new meaning, <br />this lovely, beautiful world recedes while <br />the pain grows, by now I should know not <br />to play with fire, but I always do <br /> <br />Fire is so nice and things might have changed <br />and I need to appreciate the health I enjoy, in <br />spite of overreaction to emotion and food…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-06-17-fire-is-nice/
