They had the Answer

There is something inside us all,
Like the smarties inside an Easter egg
That we had when we were small.
You couldn’t see them,
But they were there
Hidden like magical beans
That would grow into a stalk
To take you to fantastical places.

We could never figure out how they fitted in there,
Those garrish coloured treats
But when you shook the egg they rattled
“We’re definitely here,” they seemed to say.
“Let us out”.
It was always a bit 😬
Smashing that smooth egg
To get to the smarties inside
It had to be done, but it took more
Mental strength than anything.
Felt savage smashing, bashing or cracking..
But the bit inside was what we wanted
Did anyone actually like
The taste of the chocolate egg?
But the smarties! They were a coveted treat!

It’s a paradox that they couldn’t
smash their own way out
Those magical psychedelic treats
That were the part everyone craved.
They had to wait until we were strong enough
To break the familiar,
To search inside.

And aren’t we all really
A little too like those childhood eggs
Keeping our wonder deep inside
Whilst covered by a heavy shell
That keeps our sparks hidden
And quiet and dormant.
Dull, muffled, oppressive life shells
Which smother our truths
Under their darkness and weight
Too jaded to breath out.. break out.

Until something; someone rattles
Or shakes you
And reminds you they are there.
And hands you the way to let in the light.
There are many ways to break open
Every child knew how –
We need to remember their wisdom.

Far better not to wait until
A brutal force smashes down.

If we stand in the sunshine
the hard shell will melt away.
Imagine, the wonder of all those freed beans
Throwing their roots to the earth
And soaring shoots skywards
In the sun’s light
Taking us all to an everlasting fairytale
Of our own creation.

Author: Lowrey E. Gray

Usually found with a cup of tea, a pet or a book, I am most content with life's humble gifts. A catch up with friends and home baked cakes is my idea of bliss. My heart beats where my family are close but my soul will always be in that place between sunset and sunrise. 💚

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