Just An Onion Pluck me From the earth, Raw and ugly Decorated With dirt; Chop off By my Umbilical roots. Please peel Off that first Layer of inedible Innocence; There you’ll Find a bitter Coat of confusion. Keep peeling Pass that False faith, Remove that Membrane Of misery, Shed that skin Of sadness; I get A little sweeter. Scrape Off that Clear casing Of misguidance, Scratch Off that Stubborn shell Of self-pity. There! There, you see it! The film of faith, Hull of happiness And humility; It right there! Right there, Is my Sweet center, Required in the Recipe of life.
Posted on: Sun, 18 Aug 2013 21:10:34 +0000
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