so here we go
my cheeks are too fat
that doesn’t sit well
with my pants

is it the sweetness
of the food i eat
or the emotions
harbored within

my life story
unwritten untold
creative activities
fixed on food

where to find a joyous
focused task
giving me purpose
how to feel alive

for one I know
writing does it
my fingers help
the mind to settle

the reader is still
to be discovered

The poem ‘Uncertainty’ read by the author.