What a life I have of comfort and bliss
Nothing at all seems to be amiss
I like what I do, I enjoy the repose
Rarely to suffer or meet any blows
There was a time when all seemed chaotic
Could always find ways to be a neurotic
Life wasn’t easy or golden for me
But one thing of comfort was practically free
Lip gloss, my safety, a haven, my refuge
Shelter from all that was scary, the deluge
The dryness, exposure of lip-skin to air
Gave rise to a shake and a shudder, I swear
A balm that I’ve used from the time I was little
My mother passed down, a lasting committal
It always seemed nice, to slather it on
A product I knew I could rely upon
What’s scary now is I’ve tossed it away
Have let go the habit, and not just half way
Knowing of late of this lifelong addiction
I’m struggling now with a new affliction
Feeling vulnerable, almost naked it seems
Something you’d feel when exposed to extremes
The burn of dry lips although still quite silken
Nothing amiss, but raw, with some friction
Talking is different, takes more of an effort
My mouth is more arid, much like a desert
I don’t really have much to say anyway
You might find a quieter me, every day
Smiling is important to my happiness
I don’t want to find myself doing it less
But what of this tension, this stretch that I feel?
Why does this have to be such an ordeal?
Gone is my habit of lubricated protection
Don’t want to kiss Mom though I feel that affection
Kissing’s the thing that got me here
The man of my dreams wanting lips only bare
What else now is bare, so raw and exposed?
It can’t just be lips, worth poems to compose
Something just under my skin needs protecting
Some kind of battle inside, I’m suspecting
What if I just let it go, drop the armor?
I might not quite be this eloquent charmer
The one with the constant and ready smile
I might need to sit with this feeling a while
Oh lips of mine, please, let the dryness cease
My natural moisture, where’s the increase?
My water consumption I must say has jumped
Headaches on the run, that gets me pumped!
In the meantime, nothing to do but wait
See if things change, to fill my new plate
With one more addiction gone by the wayside
I’ll let go the madness, and then will take pride
But not too much of that, I’m afraid
Addictions run in a number of ways
Ego could cause my head to grow big
Don’t want to find myself being a prig
So I’ll leave it at that, my lips still annoying
Not much to be seen here that I’m not enjoying
Except for the nagging, calling from the trash
Where my former collection of lip glosses amassed
