Day 9 – The Great Unused

The Knowing

 

I know what

the unplanted seed

feels like –

* saved for a purpose, left on

a shelf and then forgotten about

* lingering on for the guiding hand

to make use of me, yet time never comes

* pushed into some dark corner left to

either wither in dryness or rot in dampness

I know what the unplanted

seed feels like.

 

I know what

over ripe fruit

feels like –

* picked mostly last

in recess and gym activities.

* perceiving my best

was everyone else’s average

* over striving to fill

the cavern of lack in my soul.

I know what over ripe

fruit feels like.

 

I know what

the unpicked fruit

feels like –

* something must be wrong

(with me) if I am still unchosen.

* my spots and bruises

must be worse than other’s

* perhaps I am only meant

to fall and fertilize the land around me.

I know what the unpicked

fruit feels like.

 

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