Recipe for Recovery

A spoonful of sugar may not be enough 

Pour as much of yourself into the bowl as you can 

And mix until the worry dissipates 

Somewhere within the butter and sugar 

I let the panic melt 

Until the loaf is warm in the middle 

Crisp on the outside 

While it bakes I take time to clean 

Let the soapy waters soak my arms and the smell of lemons fill the kitchen 

When the alarm goes off, it is time to heal 

Cut a large slice and sit by the fire, tea in hand

Let the sadness subside for a short while

Make something better from all that is bad 


- exactly what the doctor ordered 

◄ Work in Progress

In Dreams ►


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