A Poem About The Rotten Self

it is
a law that every
human being
accepts
as is: it is always the soft side that is hidden

sort of
Achilles's heel since we do not want to be
destroyed in an instant

it is the hard side that is always shown
a carapace
an armor of the body
a steel polo shirt
a pair of pants made of platinum

a bronze heart
a brain full of lead
tin hands
iron feet

the soft side is left like a fruit that you have forgotten
inside the
cabinet because of your selfishness
that inability to accept that all things are meant to be given
away

one day
you will find all the pulp consumed by the ants

have hope get the remaining seed with dried fiber like hair
on all over its body

take it and sow it
today.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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