#73-Growth
There’s a farmer close to our village with a few planted fields of corn. I’ve watched them grow since the day they were planted. Today, they’re slowly drying and getting ready for harvest. I imagine they will be used as feed for farm animals, but I don’t really know. The next time I see the farmer, I’ll ask. And perhaps I’ll thank him – for the food that fed my imagination and words…
Growing up,
I was wrapped up
In my own world,
Thinking I knew best.
Years passed,
As layers dried,
Falling off me
Along the way.
One day,
All that will remain,
Will be me.
Naked, unfiltered, and simply me…
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