
Three.
The beginning, the middle.
And the end.
To talk of our lives we must first start off by breaching the gap between a uterus and a lit up world.
For some it is physically coming out of their mother, but for most it is when we let go of the dust that our parents covered us in as children.
The remnants are left behind and an original and fresh new person leaves the nest.
It is when we say goodbye to the person they expected.
For me it was letting go of the things I tolerated by setting standards for myself and those with whom I associated with. This included my parents.
Somehow finding myself became embracing my religion as well. I am a heathen but I've always been a little wrong, a little odd.
But that shall be a separate poem I assure you.
Then we breach upon the middle, which can easily be translated into us living our lives.
I live my life by dating multiple personalities. I mean, I linger around people who are many souls in one body.
I meant to say that people are more beautiful with layers like onions.
I fall in love with strangers every day and wish to hold them in my hands peeling away at their bittersweet layers until I find their soul.
But everyone has their own path I guess.
Uh... the bitter truth is that no one wants to be torn into pieces for my amusement.
I don't blame them.
They don't want to be left on the ground in ruin simply due to the curiosity I have in the wee hours of the night.
All of those sleepless nights.
In hindsight I could be productive.
Instead I wonder why there are people saying that the world is flat.
And then we meet our ends.
Most just die, some just get married.
The end for me will probably be the moment that I finally peel my own layers back and reach my heart.
I'll be leaving all of my guts on the ground, all of these scattered onion pieces will lay in disarray.
The same way I treat every stranger.
Because I'm sure it won't be when I get married, who would marry a mountain troll.
Three little birds tell me to be happy.
Bob Marley said don't worry, every little thing is going to be alright.
About the Creator
Elizabeth Rox
I just love words.



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