I woke up in the dark,
Anxious of next bite.
For years, my heart rushing like drums.
The frenetic trembling of my hands,
As the biscuits came to crumbs.
I orchestrate my spoon, free of grams,
Brushing the treat with a forgotten jam.
To my soul, it feels like a balm.
And then the comes the cream. Cream!
Am I awake. Is this a dream?
I can laugh now, my sin is redeemed.
I decide to live without measure,
Feeding my body, the only treasure.
Dear breakfast, his daily pleasure!
I ate in the daylight,
Enjoying every bite.