Bitter Butter Made Better

Life was a smooth butter as a child, 

Melting joy in every touch of a dream;

I was carefree to flutter in the wind, mild,

With memories sweet as whipped cream.

One day pain walked in, an ex-lover's quarrel:

Got stuck in only to make my butter go bitter;

Guilt's handcuff to pity-like the monster,

Made me behave like a walking disaster.

The monster pitied me back ironically, 

To let my jar break down emotionally;

My butter could not hold it's texture, 

So it oozed out endlessly in a mixture.

Hopeless, I decided to dispose my butter,

But His mighty hand reached out and said: 

'Buttercup, give me your bitter butter, 

I will make it better for the batter'.