When you crave for cake
Bake yourself some cookies too.
Life is hard
On most days.
On most days
The bath water isn't warm enough,
The coffee isn't strong enough,
The air isn't clean enough.
The neighbour's cry is loud,
The boss's commentary incessant,
The landlord's wails annoying.
The roads are muddy,
You don't get a taxi when you need one,
And after walking ten blocks
You realise you forgot your phone
In that cafe where you bought
The not-strong-enough coffee.
Life is a bitch
On most days;
So indulge yourself
On that one day,
In that one time
When the world is shut indoors
Like a grounded teenager.
Bake yourself a cake, some cookies,
Some kindness.
You deserve a kiss
From your lover and your child-
Sure.
But first, a kiss for yourself,
An inward twist of metaphorical lips
To shower appreciation
For yourself for doing
The best you can.
Imposter syndrome be damned.
You've got this,
With more surety than you admit to.
You deserve more cake.
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