Why can't I see that time alone is a blessing.
I still can't find myself yet.
I was never allowed to bake properly.
I'm either overcooked or under.
In my own time alone.
I'm always needing attention.
And I still can't see.
Sometimes pastry needs full attention.
That way it tastes good to everyone.
But, me, I need to be allowed to overcook.
As many times as it takes.
Until I learn to taste well, even when I'm left alone.
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Lost, Found, And Chosen.
PoetryThis is a poetry book, it talks about lovers, it talks about everyday situations, it talks about love and the pain accompanied by it; It can break your heart or build it. Take the time to understand this poetry book and its effortless simplicity and...
