The scale

I look at it, move closer, look and I am scared
I must find the strength but I am not prepared
To get on it, breath in and then discover
I must read the news, think and then recover.

One week eating spinach and celery
Hoping for weight loss and more energy
But it’s hard to move the gaze and look
At the numbers that roll and shake in the nook.

I talk to the mirror, pray and tell myself
I must look down, below the bookshelf
Where those numbers are rolling and moving
Will they stop and stay still for my reading?

I feel the tension and the headache
I think of the food and that slice of cake
I had last night with a cup of cream
I said a little but was full to the bream.

Maybe I shouldn’t have drank that glass of wine
But I felt low and it looked divine
I now think of the sweets and feel guilty too
As I am too scared to discover if the diet I blew

I stand still look around and try
To check the weight with a teary eye
I strain, I try and focus and look
I am shocked and as I read I shook
This scale must be broken I am sure of this
It cannot be real, This I must dismiss
I must have lost a lot of weight since noon
Although this scale I must change soon.