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
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Poetry for the Soul
PoetryPoetry for positivity, happiness, and growth. Words for those who know what it's like to take risks, create art, stand out from the crowd, have moments of self-doubt, and moments of triumph.