Awakening

 

Ready to wake from this long sleep of winter,
The sun melts the shards that cut, stab and splinter.
Awoken by spring, my soul starts to thaw,
Recalling the person behind the closed door.
Beneath all the fear,
Beneath all the dread,
Here I am waiting, not yet dead.
I can be brave and step outside,
Declare to the world “I haven’t died”.
I am still here. I am still me.
There’s so much beauty left to see.

Claire Lucia-Wright

Fast Food, A Cautionary Tale

 

“Fast food will be the death of you”
Proclaimed the salad eater.
She put another cardie on,
And huddled by the heater.

“Just think of the cholesterol,
The fat, and all that salt.
You’re sure to have a heart attack,
And it’ll be your fault”.

“The burgers and the curry,
And the Chinese takeaway,
They might taste nice, but wait and see,
You’ll pay the price one day”.

The salad eater smugly sat,
And munched another leaf.
She stared right at my burger,
With a sense of disbelief.

“Fast food will be the death of you!”
The salad eater said,
While she shovelled down some lentils,
And sighed and shook her head.

And that was when it happened,
Something no one could predict.
So shocking, it would make
A healthy eater feel quite sick.

“Just look at me, so healthy,
I’ll out live you all” she bragged.
Then she breathed a little lentil in,
And wretched and choked and gagged.

She turned a funny colour,
And I did all that I could.
But any effort made to save her,
Didn’t do a scrap of good.

The moral of this story,
(Just in case you couldn’t tell)
Is that, yes, junk food could kill you,
But a salad could as well.

And a life of healthy eating,
Could be seen as slightly mental,
If you end up dead aged 30,
Being murdered by a lentil.

Claire Lucia-Wright