Dark Writes

What’s your resolution this year?

I’m spoilt for choice.

My chubby body resists the efforts of the treadmill and salads

My dopamine addicted mind dwells on games and frivolity

My procrastination skills have reached new heights

I could be fitter, slimmer, more focussed

I could be a success

Some habits I’ve picked up over the years aren’t so good

Hedonistically indulging, living large, damn the consequences

Take a drink, take a pill, take a nap

I could be smarter, mindful, more real

I could be a better me

But then I recall the burdens I carry, the sorrow I hold

The deep sadness of loss, the worry of love, the fear of alone

How I break and rebuild, time after time

I can’t be stronger, for I am weak

I can’t be everything

My New Year’s resolution, as I’ve decided right now

Is not to resolve to be anything more, nor less

To appreciate me in all my chubby, lazy, indulgent glory

Because I am, and will be

Simply enough.