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And so it begins...rather strangely, for me.
I actually used the official NaPoWriMo prompt, which was to
"write a self-portrait poem in which you make a specific action a metaphor for your life – one that typically isn’t done all that often, or only in specific circumstances. For example, bowling, or shopping for socks, or shoveling snow, or teaching a child to tie its shoes."
This is what resulted, and this metaphor was one I thought of a few years back at a writing class, but never really explored.
Plastic Wrap Day 1
I push away the plate of cookies
Already safeguarded by plastic wrap
My life is the pushing away of cookies
To add to the safeguard of plastic wrap
And in a push, a little shove
I reinforce my mental war
The time will come when I’ve no need
For plastic wrap or pushing more
The reason not that I’ll succeed
In extinguishing my cookie love
(For slowly savoring morsels of
Self pity for my daily plight
Indulging in forbidden words
That tear at others self-seen might
Growing fat on pleasant lies
From which I will not be stirred)
But because the time will finally come
When there is no need for plastic wrap
To protect from poison in the crumbs
For I, now new, will not be trapped
By cravings for a lesser feast
That turns to dust upon the tongue
Distorting, bloating, as you eat
But rather an unending spread
Uncovered, and to taste I’ll find
I’m satisfied, yet constant fed
With all desires and truth aligned
I push away the plate of cookies
Carefully safeguarded by plastic wrap
My life is the pushing away of cookies
Until life and the tearing of plastic wrap