ReVerse

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Sometimes I tell ya

I feel like I am peeling an onion

As I flip past the pages of life.

The flavor cutting through the air

The spicy pungency

Filling my senses

While I wipe my eyes

And shut them wrinkled

As I slice through the layers of lushness.

These bits, later, would add to the flavor of the dish

Elevating it to epic proportions.

But the chore it is, I tell ya

To cut em and cry.

I remember the random suggestions I heard -

Keep them in the fridge, place them in water

You won't tear up!

Somewhat like the advice one gets

Rummaging through life.

Keep em journaled, talk them out

Take em to a walk, toss em in a bin

Now when the verse goes reverse

And the block makes you grin

What would one blog about?

Layers? tears? onions? life?