The scent of freshly popped kernels fills the air,
triggering a Pavlovian response that makes my mouth water.
It's a familiar and comforting smell, offering a momentary respite
reminding me of my childhood, when life wasn't so consuming.
Soothing as it may be, it's an ineffectual meal.
I could eat an entire bag in just one sitting,
and it would still not be enough
to sate this profound yawing hunger within me
with an appetite the size of the moon
craving the days where my only worries were the figment monsters under my bed
Now, the monsters live inside my head,
demanding to be fed.
My reliance on the salty snack as a source of comfort goes beyond mere fulfillment
It's a ritual that I've come to depend on, like a drug.
A temporary escape from the harsh realities of this world.
It's a coping mechanism that I've developed to deal with the deep-seasonal burdens of adulthood.
I am aware that the satisfaction I seek won't be found at the bottom of the bowl.
And yet, it is the one thing I always have in my pantry,
to imitate my childhood bliss
So as I take a bite, feeling the popcorn melting on my tongue,
It isn't just butter that I taste, but my own relief.
Like a release of tension in my soul.
Some may say the popcorn only provides a temporary reprieve,
I know.
I know it is only an interim solution to the underlying problem.
Still, I continue to reach for the bag,
inhaling a deep breath and letting the steam fill my lungs.
If this self-indulgence is considered a vice, then I'm a confirmed addict.
And I need my fix.
Lest I go into withdrawal and lose my only sense of peace.
About the Creator
Brin J.
I have a few stories and poems inside me that I want to share. Maybe, if I'm lucky, they'll reach people who'll enjoy them. 📖
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Comments (9)
YUM. Popcorn is one of my favorite snacks too. What a great poem that displays how a treat can be more than just a snack.
I can smell the popcorn just by reading your poem! If you're a popcorn addict, then I'm a potato chips addict hehehee. Loved your poem!
It's my main reason for wanting to go to the movie theater. I can't smell it the way I used to, but I can still taste & enjoy it.
Great blend of nostalgia and contemporary woe!
So Creative! A Fantastic poem.
Brilliant read, and you use language cleverly to create this wistful yet satisfied tone. “craving the days where my only worries were the figment monsters under my bed” shows how far from childhood you are now, and popcorn is relatable enough for the reader to picture it instantly. Nicely done Brin🙂
Fantastic!!! Loved popcorn too!!! Miss that salty snack!!!
Popcorn is one of my favorite snacks as well. Your piece lets me see popcorn in a new light in a way.
I love popcorn. Once upon a time at a younger age, I went on a popcorn diet. I was literally in heaven with popcorn for every meal.