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.

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