Saturday, December 19, 2015

Death before Life



The life of the party.
That's what he'd always be.
Hanging out with friends all day long
Not a care in the world.
His complexion was fair and everyone liked him.
After all, he was in complete control, right?

Darkness.
All light faded away.
Where was everyone?
Why was he suddenly all alone?
He felt the dirt pressing in around him.
And just as he was giving up, his leaves broke through the soil
And the glorious sunshine pored down on him.
No one would notice his fair complexion, but they would all marvel at the strong oak that he became.

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This is part of an ongoing series I will be continuing throughout the week. Stay posted, lovelies.

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