I like to compare life to an onion.
Yes, you read that right, an onion.
At first sight so unappealing, so nose-wrinklingly commonplace,
But then as you peel away layer after layer after layer,
You realise how mistaken you are.
Then, you slice into life with a knife,
With diamonds blurring your eyes and,
Your nose on fire,
And you're annoyed and fed up with the whole thing,
But once you get the hang of it,
With plenty of practice,
The sting won't make you cry as much,
There will come a time
When you just wipe your tears clean,
And just keep slicing.
Then, when you finally bite into the onion,
And taste the thrill, the piquancy, the crunchy zest,
A flavour you won't get anywhere else,
You realise, all the crying and the peeling and everything,
Was worth it in the end.
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NEPENTHE
PoetryHi there! The word NEPENTHE means anything that induces forgetfulness of sorrow or pain. I, for one, believe that little things like smiles, my mother's comfort food and long walks are the best forms of nepenthe around. These poems celebrate the s...
