Tally marks flickering in the darkness
Waiting for my wish . . .
For regrets to be extinguished and
joy to sing once more.
For sweet icing to be a delightful treat,
not a heavy poison of despair.
To surprise people with my flavor–
Strawberries snuck between living layers,
Moist with love, faith, and hope.
Giving fresh perspective to a new year
Of breathing in and out, a daily present opened faithfully.