The emptiness I feel at times leaves a hunger in my soul I can’t seem to satisfy
The need to feed on success forces me to salivate on the possibilities of what I can achieve
However, I continue to deceive my own hunger with thirsts
These thirsts are in the shape of the poisonous drinks of anxiety,
Exhaustion is the soda that I swallow in all my free time.
I want to quench these thirsts with the flagrant waters of dedication, determination, and belief in myself
So every day I take the time to discipline myself and toss aside those dark drinks that make me think I can’t succeed
I do what I can to fill this satiating emptiness in my soul.
I refuse to consume the foods that naturally down my mood
The candies of self-doubt, the fats of self-hate.
Naw I’d rather eat the fruits of self-love and appreciating.
This love apple and positive orange tastes way better than this burger of greasy depression
So I toss aside the pasta transgressions and begin to meal plan the new light that will propel me to the healthier living I’ve always pursued.