Sauteed sorrows with a dash of guilt
And topped with crispy, baked depression
Served on a bed of promises of I won’t cry.
A glass of numbness to wash it down,
Then dessert of ice cream and caramel
To finish off my meal of fractured feelings.
Follow up with a midnight raid on the fridge
Where I help myself to seconds of self-help.
Good thing I made plenty.
For today’s prompt, write a self-help poem. It can be written in the style of a self-help article or book. Or you can take it in a more subtle self-help direction.