Resistance

• Kiyah Spinetti, Grade 9, Marist College
• Poetry
• 2016

Excellence Award in the 'Word Zone 2016' competition

The chocolate bar:
It’s staring at me,
I feel the tug of rope on my brain, on my stomach.
I turn away, not allowing myself to be transported back to my holidays.
Only then do I feel the pull of the rope dragging me closer, closer.
I fight back, inching my way in the opposite direction.
Direction to what, though?
Oh right; the chocolate.
I allow myself to be pulled in like a rag doll.
I take a bite. That is when I realise,
I’m being shown a snippet of the future:
the path that I will take when offered a cigarette; drugs
I will be lured in!
And if I can't resist beautiful, creamy, smooth milk chocolate,
what can I possibly do to withstand all the coercion;
the compulsion for a brand new experience?