Fed up following a regimen that is not
working, I embarked on eating freely
instant soup, packets of cookies, now
my head belongs to the allergy

I can see why I need to eschew certain
things, living life in a vice-grip with ex-
plosions in my head is even worse than
the former distress

My road to Purgatory is straight, reached
via cookies and bread, back to the straight
and narrow in order to gather my wits and
start again, luckily I know

About previous lives and reincarnation, I
must have collected a terrible debt in my
previous lives to have earned me food
intolerance and allergy

Always forcing me to create new meaning,
this lovely, beautiful world recedes while
the pain grows, by now I should know not
to play with fire, but I always do

Fire is so nice and things might have changed
and I need to appreciate the health I enjoy, in
spite of overreaction to emotion and food…

Margaret Alice

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-06-17-fire-is-nice/