NaPoWriMo 2026 – Day 23/30

There's only one line between birth and death
every chapter is shaped by the road we take
some measure in years, some measure in breaths.

The kitchen becomes a canvas for this chef,
the drama revealed in the things I bake - 
there's only one line between birth and death.

I chased old stories and got out of my depth,
imagined myself as lady of the lake,
some measure in years, some measure in breaths.

I find my solace in friends like Seth
in coffee, fried eggs, in small shared breaks - 
there's only one line between birth and death.

When courage and bravery feel bereft,
when all that I risk begins to ache,
some measure in years, some measure in breaths.

This little chef still out of her depth,
yet drawn to the road less taken - 
there's only one line between birth and death,
some measure in years, some measure in breaths.