Overweight

I’m far too heavy; I’m fat; overweight;
all such thoughts bring on my fear;
of this simple fact, there is no debate;
I found it all out in my mirror.

The picture I saw, wasn’t at all pleasing;
nothing at all, pretty to see;
but, as I thought, it was almost appeasing
for it was hiding that which was me.

Created, a perfect soul, from a perfect God;
how is it I’m projecting myself in this way;
it’s counterproductive, and, frankly, quite odd;
it made no sense, that I’d allow this to stay.

The truth of the statue of my body, sculpted;
was found in the depth of my soul;
for deep therein was where physical resulted;
as that was my energy’s role.

For the seeds of life; bear that life’s blueprint;
and the seed is where the soul resides;
but my seed must contain some form of misprint;
for my waist has too big a size.

I love to claim my weight’s hereditary;
that could have a grain of truth;
instead, it’s more likely I’m too sedentary;
and too often feed my sweet tooth.

Emotionally, we each carry too much weight;
our physical bodies picture this truth;
oft caused by sorrows, sadness and hate;
and, not at all, by my sweet tooth.

Monty 7/9/21.