I Am Almond

Public stigma, shame, and regrets. Be who you are no matter how hard the World is. Choose happiness if you are not ready. Believe.

I am almond.

In Hershey's Kisses. 

In every chocolate branded.

For it is fame that has brought those almonds invisible.

And it stood flat on your palm.

Waiting for your acceptance.

And consume, and melts and disintegrates.

Everyone stood up, and tasted the chocolate

I am almond, an aftertaste.

But this coated sweetness is weak.

Facades are beautifully engraved

To its nonentity.

And by there, it lives. Grows.

Forever in people.

I am almond, waiting to be uncovered.

I will put this chocolate inside me

And they will be waiting after I am tasted

If acceptance could just be Hershey's Kisses

With almond waiting forth their unveiling

People will just take the sweet

And I am almond be understood.

It is hard to accept freedom

That is when you are strong

Covered by weakness, too sweet

You are smiling a regret.

Reviews

[Southern Cross]

Amazing imagery ..so tender and raw..Loved this one

[Sean Allen]

I love this beautiful poem. A great description of our sense of taste and much more.