Onions..

Omg I cant believe im blogging this but..
its just something I came up with while cutting onions for dinner :P
A tad bit of poetry?

Onions...
They make us cry when cut..
Why so?
Onions are like a lost and broken soul..
Forgotten what their purpose in life once was..
Kept in the darkness of the earth..

Emotions hidden within a shell..
Cut them open and the pain is seen..
Shedding all the hurt to the world around..
Tears fall for the vegetable...
Separated in pieces its seen..
The bitter crunch as you bite down..
Juices which make your eyes water.
The smell gets worse with every bite and breath you take..

We see the true potential in it...
When given warmth and care..
The sorrow evaporates away..
All that's left is the itself..
Looking into the future..
Forgetting the past..
Epiphany..

A new onion is born..
No more hardships and sorrow..
Soft and Sweet it has become..
Happiness and joy is all that's there..
Spreading its love with its sweetness



Okay that was probably my first ever shot at poetry.. if it even made sense o.O
but give me some feedback!!
I don't know if it even makes sense..
tell me what you think.!

And Remember..
There's always Hope and Joy..
Just shed the Past and look forward!
Cause we are all just sweet in the end right? :)