Feeling the flames on the side of my face;
Smiling, laughing in this bustling space.
I have found where I belong-
All hopes are high. Nothing can go wrong.
My arm burns from whipping. The eggs froth and foam,
Shaping into the familiar sight I now call home.
I move with ease about the room,
A bright light amidst the unsettling gloom.
They will never want it as bad as me,
I remind myself with gaiety.
There was a time I almost quit.
I felt completely broken; so sick of it.
Couldn’t find the path to take,
Everything I did felt like a giant mistake.
As I complete the meringue with confidence,
I feel my life is finally starting to make sense.
Feeling like I’m flying high,
I want to sing out to the sky:
“I am a baker! And I’m as gleeful as an elf, for
I have never been more proud of myself.”