honeycrisp apple


her mother was an apple tree
her father was a honey bee
there was never a question who bore the fruit

when she fell she didn't fall far
into the shade of the same arms that held her
but the shade could not stop the soil
and the world swallowed her whole

there in the damp dark
she realized she was hidden, but not gone
so she stripped bare to her core
found the seeds her mother gave her
and used the soil to sprout into fresh air
rediscovering the shade awaiting her return
she was rooted and transformed
never again to sink
only to rise

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