The apple fell into her hand.
She bit, she chewed, she swallowed.
Realized she had to take a stand,
Tired of her hallowed insides hollowed.
She took another bite and then
Leaned back to watch the cloud.
To determine who or what or when...
Of her part in this, she was not proud.
She’d take responsibility for herself,
Not for anyone else or their misdeeds.
Impatient, too long kept upon the shelf,
She had unmet desires, wants and needs.
Open your eyes, wide, and let them see!
Take a chance on what you want to be.
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