I was 7

All full of questions

I ran into it

And there it was happening

Blowing away all the promises in a moment’s sin

I wanted the apple to be green, but I was told its red

Somewhere inside me the green apple rotted

I faked a smile, inside I bled

I was 13...crossing over

Knowing things the way I never did

Foolish! I thought id forget it

The more I ran, the more it caught up with me

I screamed inside and it laughed out loud in glee

I was 17...i still had the seed

Of the green apple...but alas

It was dead, gone and dry

I picked up the red one

And closed my eyes

Here I am … 23

Supposed to be grown up, on my own, free

I hold up the apple, repel at its sight

I can’t help but loathe the tree.