By Holly Schilling
They start out so calm
Just huddled there silently.
Then the heat sets in
And the popping will begin.
Sometimes gently
Sometimes violently.
And I feel that’s
A lot like me—
When life starts its popping
And there’s just no stopping
The changes that I see.
Sometimes I wish
I didn’t have to do it
Or make myself go through it.
But eventually, they land
Safely in the bowl
Which after all was their goal
But they never really knew it.
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