Baking Cookies

To most people,

Is either for a special occasion

Or just a random act of kindness.

Blood, sweat, and tears

Slaving over a stove

Working fingers to the bone

All in happiness and love.

But when I bake,

I let out frustrations

Of previous conflicts and trials.

I bake out my grief

Of loss

Or pity in thought 

And pain that I endure and witness.

When I bake

I pour half the batter

And half my soul

In each

And every

Batch.