Butter Cream

I remember cake not stained by the hurry-hurry dye of “let’s get this done, before too many take note of another year added….”

I’ll choose the sweetness of grateful desire to linger over the celebration of seasons represented there at the table, the love not subtracted.

Cosy

We all have the look of alone, alone

Save for the duo who just strolled through the revolving door

They look alone together

The cheerleader in me asks them to embrace here and now

And be grateful for the together part

What of this urge to cheer for them…and then I remember

Be content with this, never want for more

This Cup

I’m learning how to cry in deep despair and pour my blessed hot coffee at the very same time

Pain and gratitude in the same cup, indeed

I’m becoming better at praying goodness for others at my broken heart’s expense

Love and sacrifice from the same vein, it frees

I’m deciding to live with the dread of the box I was put into and with hope that I’ll one day be free

Abuse and healing in the same lifetime, glory

Dine

Now
That I’ve taken care of others’ cares
All that’s left is me
The leftover me
Who looks less delicious
Than yesterday
Who, though feeling frozen
Is already prepared
And is worthy
Of my own gratitude nonetheless

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