Kitchen song/rhyme

I offer the following-with explanation afterward.  This is stream of consciousness and has to come out all at once.

Kitchen drawing by rcw

Sometimes in the kitchen 

is the only place to pray

inside the times when

life just gets to me that way,

it's where I go to sort things out

when only pots and pans can hear me shout.

Sometimes in the kitchen

is the only place to cry

inside a shadow

after midnight, wond'rin' why....

It's where each moment needs no tense,

it's where I can regain some common sense.

Sometimes in the kitchen 

is the only place to scream

into my towel

when someone shatters my dream,

it's where this late night gypsy still find hope

it's where I always go to help me cope.

Sometimes....

One of those nights....too many thoughts, not enough answers.Jack had been in the hospital the previous two days and....well...the feelings just had to go somewhere.
So I went to the kitchen...my sanctuary....and wrote this.

Recipe for the day?   Breathe in....breathe out....live.

Will write more after some rest