Fruit

Because the slender limb
Didn't reach for me
I never tried
To once
Touch.

I remembered all the thorns
And wounds before
I could point out
Each one
Pain.

Bitterness hung on those branches
I had taste it
Years and Years
Lured to
Try.

Now I stared at ripe fruit
Same Red skin
Same black seeds
Sour taste
Mine.
 

~Dave~
 

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