#InTheBackOfMyMind


I see you

A seed was planted, while ago.
Inclement weather and infertile ground made it hard, but it finally grew within me.

#InTheBackOfMyMind I kept thinking: “What a beautiful tree”: I couldn’t wait to climb and “experience” it.

I was so eager to eat the fruits, that as soon opportunity rose, I tasted one – prematurely.

Its skin was shiny & soft and its fragrance delightful.

But little did I know that green fruits don’t taste that good…

Although, months went by – and my first impression left a bitter taste in my mouth – I still thought about “it” –  #InTheBackOfMyMind

#InTheBackOfMyMind I wondered how me being patient would have made “things” different.

#InTheBackOfMyMind I am still pondering if its texture and palatability would have suited me.

#InTheBackOfMyMind I lost myself and fantasized. Fantasize still, and write about that feeling…

#InTheBackOfMyMind I know I’m not the only one with a sweet tooth and other fruits may suit me better.

I still think of “it”… from time to time…

I really wonder what the message was; what the message is.

#InTheBackOfMyMind all things happens for specific reasons, and fruits “like that” are no coincidence.

Fruits like “yoU” keep me believing.

Keep me believing I still can “Feel” – and will feel that same way again about other fruits… at some points.

A seed was planted, while ago.

A beautiful tree grew within me and his wood helped me build solid doors and windows.

Not sure I will ever taste its fruits ever again, but if I do, this time I’ll wait until they are ripe.

#InTheBackOfMyMind

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2016

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