I take my popcorn
the way my adhd and trauma
take over my soul-
with a little sugar
and black pepper.
Each kernel,
a sugar-coated memory,
waiting to be broken.
black pepper, a strange spicy pain
that tingles my lips in a fun way.
I eat it
and think how it balances itself
like my manic depression-
sweet highs that briefly cheer me up.
spicy lows that bring me down,
a constant dance of flavors
mirroring my turmoil within.
Yet, I keep eating,
as the movie on tv plays
savoring the harmony
between sugar and spice,
hoping to find peace
in the chaos of taste.
YOU ARE READING
When Tomorrow Comes: Am I an Adult Yet? (Anthology)
Non-Fiction"And I asked myself, when does this burning pain end?"
