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An Empty Shell

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An Empty Shell

Sometimes I have this strange feeling,
Some may call it emptiness, or loneliness, or my heart isn't just healing,
I feel as if I'm a plastic Easter egg,
An egg that looks so good on the outside, that would make any child beg,
My exterior is just so eye-appealing to anyone,
But once they look in the inside, they know I am no prize to be won,
I have nothing… no candy, chocolate, trinkets, or toys,
Just another empty shell that won't give them any joy,
So they toss me in the trash like they always do,
And soon I started to believe I was worthless and nothing, too.

But then, someone picked me up from the trash,
And filled me with something more valuable than cash,
They loved me, even though I wasn't filled with anything great,
Yet, they still managed to accept me and didn't mistreat me with hate,
As I stared at this person I understood then,
That God was the person, who would love me again and again,
He filled up my plastic egg more than anyone could ever do,
And that Easter egg now knew, that they didn't have a reason to ever feel this blue.
I wrote this as I was feeling a lil down about something... but then I realized God was always there for me. This again inspired me to write another poem!
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SteveCTHOing's avatar
When I read the poem I thought it would sound better if you said something about a chef that had melted the egg and then moulded it again. Ah well, it's still a poem I have yet to understand. Come to think of it. I was once like that shell.