Bitter fruit

Before I knew you

I was like a bitter fruit,

old Miss Haversham

biting into lives

I was jealous of,

envied, filled with spite,

felt they did not have the right,

to contentment, companionship

when my cobwebbed room

saw no light, was ever night,

even the mouldy fruit cake

knew the warmth of mice.

But you brought embers,

glowing logs of hope,

made the willow an oak

and the toad beautiful..

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