Chocoholic

Hooked on the by-product
Of that tree
Even it must thrive
In the climate of warmth—
The climate to which
My cacao-like being
Tends to gravitate
As if to say—
“We are meant for each other”

Indulging in secrecy….
Telling myself no one will know
The depth of my addiction
Yet consuming without mental thought
My flesh gives way
Outwardly exposing
My self-inflicted iniquity
Spilling over into other areas—
Of my life

Unable to do without
Depressed by the silhouette
Peering back at me
From the other side of the looking glass
Yet—not depressed enough
To let go cacao’s indulgences

Slowly I learn to loosen
The grip of cacao’s enticement
No longer a slave to its allure
My countenance and image slowly resembling
The person I remember
Staring back at me

Now I choose to welcome cacao
In its purest form when possible
Knowing that its by-products
Only heightened the allure
Making me susceptible
To darkness I dare never
Encounter again

Copyright © 2009 by Charlotte R Beard