Sugar

I was born to the land of sugar canes
Sap of fresh harvest is perfume in the air
Spooning treats of sweet yams & coconut 
milk were rituals of comfort, joys on rain- 

dreary days, I would rather pass the soup, 
go for candied fruits, fruit tarts, bowls of ice- 
cream.  My tongue twisting to the searing rush 
My toes curling in, content as sleeping cat 

But the sugary madness kept dark secrets 
Adding heft, raising risk of diabetes, 
cancer, cavities.. list is blast of winter ice
No more, I have since reduced, cut down, faced 

Away, as if it was a lover spurned 
Repulsing the sweet kiss, that I once craved





Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Confessional Poetry, hosted by Anmol (alias HA).
Thanks for the visit.