The Onion, by C. Adams

The Onion

by C. Adams

Fresh in it’s original state,

crisp, tasteful, aromatic,

and even soft to the touch,

are words chosen to describe it.

Just like you and I.

Before used, broken, or cut,

it’s potential full,

it’s uses, virtually limitless.

Just like you and I.

Treatment, right or wrong,

in the eyes of the user,

can change and even destroy,

its original state.

Just like you and I.

Now, dry, fragile and bitter

Is how it can be found.

Pressed on all sides,

broken in pieces, and lost.

Just like you and I.

Yet, express themselves they do.

Overpowering, and even

overwhelmingly, at times.

Still they manage to compliment

their surroundings.

Just like you and I.

Some may like them, some may not,

but useful, they manage too become.

Tough on the outside,

even mature in appearance.

Just like you and I.

Still, no matter what they do,

in the end, its tears, pain

and suffering they cause.

Just like you and I.

Just when they appear to be unwanted,

undesirable, and of no use,

it’s the confrontation of their suffering

that brings about the change.

Just like you and I.

Yes, it’s the fire that brings the flavor

and sweetens their taste.

Determined to change,

it’s time in the fire that brings about 
their transformation and tenderness.

Just like you and I.

Unaffected, they are not.

The same, they are not.

Yet to an original state they return.

Just like you and I.

With purpose defined,

It’s sweet they become,

And pleasantness they offer.

Just like you and I.

The Onion.

Just like you and I.

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