So kneady…

A poem on the transformative power of baking.

I need

So I knead

And knead

And knead and knead

My splintered soul

Between my hands

Turned warm and smooth

Like so many strands

Of gluten

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Matthew Gibson, MD

I write for both me and you-Holistic Healer (Family Med/Psych), recovering People Pleaser | Encaustic Art | Poetry | Eclectic Spirituality | Sex Ed |