Comfort Food

Bowl of mac and cheese, rich and inviting,

in the silence, it beckons, my heart igniting.

Cheesy warmth fills the empty void wide,

as if each noodle's twist carries my pride.

On rough days, it's solace; on harder nights,

it comforts the sorrow, it dims the harsh lights.

Every bite whispers stories of how I grew,

with every spoonful, a sigh—oh, if you only knew.