Cheese
As I sit on my couch, all cosy and warm.
My head starts thinking of delicious, I'm torn.
I'm happy and content with all that is me.
But there is something missing.
Something I need to feel free.
I think of all that is going on in my life.
The good and the hardships.
All prepared by slice.
Some tasty, some sweet.
Some sour with spice.
There is still something missing,
Missing in my life.
So I sit in bliss and wonder some more.
What am I expecting to knock on my door.
I wish for nothing, but still want more
Life can be confusing and disturbing to all.
Surrounded by love, happiness and more.
What is the need, that's creating a flaw.
I want for nothing, my life is fulfilled.
What is this need, it's making me bleed.
I choose to forget for I am very confused.
I get of the couch, to lighten my mood.
On my walk down the passage
The kitchen calls to me
The fridge in particular, is singing to me.
I open the door and glare inside.
That moment of pause, I'm still thinking of my life.
I reach for the brightest thing that I see.
It's a big block of yellow, Gouda cheese.
I take it in hand and grab a knife.
And prepare myself to cut a slice.
I cut a slice as smooth as can be
And place it in my mouth, section a to b.
And a realization flows like never before
My thoughts of want are gone and no more.
It's funny how little things in our life
Make you feel like you are missing a slice.
Just reach in the fridge and cut some cheese
And be happy in life, take a deep breath
And breathe.
Copyright © Sheryl Wood | Year Posted 2014
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