A wandering soul dreams of coming face to face with her own remarkable self in the mirror. She realizes how afraid she has become to really live her life, and how she has forgotten who she is. We can only remember by seeing our own reflections.
This poem is inspired through learning from my environment. Mother nature in this case. She often shows me ways of living. Ways of surviving life. I am thankful being given life! I hope you recognise what a unique gift you are too :)
“It stinks bad,” “You eat this ugly fruit? “Derrick jumped back from the large fruit cut opened with a machete.
“It smells good for me and tasty too,” Juggernaut pulled a slippery, glossy yellow flesh covering a large seed and placed in his mouth savoring its taste to full extent.…