Raw Apple Cobbler

I woke up to an raw apple cobbler in my empty fridge.

I did not make it but a broken person did.

She comes and goes but leaves messes behind for me to sort through.



It was a mess of grains, seeds and apple slices.

I drug a spoon through to make some order of it.

A bowl of hot creamy oats were topped with the cobbler.



I sorted through the mess that was left.

I made something new with what was given to me.

I did not make the mess but I made my best with what was left behind.



I woke up to an raw apple cobbler in my empty fridge.

I did not make it but a broken person did.

She comes and goes but leaves messes behind for me to sort through.

When will she stay and help me sort it out?