The Cookie jar
It is not an easy feat
Being away from the Cookie jar
My mouth seeks its fullness
My eyes lust for its presence
I try to restrain myself
But find my legs walking towards it
The Cookies in the Cookie jar
It will be the death of me
As my waistline grows bigger
And I fear, my blood sugar
My tummy bulges
As I cannot let the Cookie jar rest
My hands continually rummaging in it
For the tasty ,creamy and crunchy cookies
“But find my legs walking towards it” that line made me laugh out loud, but there’s also a bit a sadness in this – that the narrator seems so lacking in being able to control the body’s actions. This is how food addictions can be for some people, the same as drug addictions. So, while I can see the humor in this, there is also something darker just beneath the surface of the words. The use of capital C on Cookies adds to this, personifying, perhaps, the food item that seems to have control over the narrator. Nicely imagined.