Scales

The number holds power
It dictates
The length of the day,
Chocolate chips
Or shriveled raisins.
The number decides
A scowl in the mirror or a proud pose.
It is only a number
But it holds the key
To withholding
Or consuming.

Everyday is different
And one can never know
Which way it will swing
Will food be the enemy
Or a friend?
Will this obsession ever end?
Only the number knows.

-Heather Strang

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