I couldn’t decide what to eat.
There is no space in my fridge for despair.
I tore into fruit, soft at the edges,
ate it down to the core.
I dreamed of something sweeter
and ripe.

Then came the crunch—
crisps and fresh carrots breaking sharply in my mouth.
Today, I make no room for self-pity.

The flavours carried me to the garden,
my hands reaching for bananas,
brightening my day
reminding me to eat, to cherish,
to value the harvest from the garden.
I can't wait to eat all over again