Poetry for the Soul

Bare

I stand bare before the universe

Stripped to the core

I am given an apple rind

That has been reduced to little more than a stem and seeds

What am I to do with this?

I beg and plead for answers

Desperate

Afraid

Don't you see? The universe whispers

You are only at the beginning

You have reached your core

Now you must plant the seeds of your new self

And grow