Wednesday, 4 January 2023

Onion

 


Not like an onion.

It's not layer after layer,

each one hiding more despair.

It's more like an orange,

each segment

a different section of storage.

Some will have happy thoughts,

others are beaten by harsh weather.

Some are like little butterflies,

snippets of conversations caught.

 

Not like an onion,

or a snake,

each day a new layer to shed.

More like a lake,

with different thoughts

under the waves to dredge.

Some may be just old boots of memories,

filled with stagnant moments of history,

others could be treasures

that I kept buried to record the mystery.

 

Not like an onion.

Nothing as simple as that.

Just peel a layer back

and that will answer

any questions you may have.

More like an office full of filing cabinets,

all labelled with obscure

quotes I thought were worth storing,

but if you get into the contents

you may find a world worth exploring.

 

Not like an onion,

Where once a layer has been discarded it is lost forever.

More like a library, with books you may borrow,

search through and return after view.

All of the pain and hurt still reside

in some of the books I hold inside

but the happiness and light

slides from the sheets

of other manuscripts you find.

 

 

 

Thanks for reading

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Peace, Love and Poetry 
 
Kyle
 
 

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