Food For Thought

Half a cup of how did I get here

With a pinch of who am I truely

Poured into a bowl of you've got this

Hand mixed with a dash of guilt

A splash of not my responsibility

And a hint of I forgive you

One level cup of sadness and blues

Stirred in with a dollop of hope

Consider the oven pre warmed

Consider the tin primed and ready

A bright aroma of life lessons

A display of colourful mistakes

Combined with a drop of poor choices

One quarter of a cup of demons

A tablespoon of how to live alongside them

Two handfuls of brilliance and sunshine

A dash of warmth and complexion

Adding laughter and delight to taste

Put me in the oven on 180 degrees

This is the recipe of me