A Brave apple

This young, ripe, rosy fruit
Hung on the branch of false hopes
Longing to be stretched into the world of oranges

Longing for oranges
This foolish apple
Wept for days
Longing to be noticed

But oranges have many seeds
Many beliefs
Many options
Many paths none of which include a silly apple

So she sheds her value ...
Transforms into this green shell of emptiness among her wiser friends
Bloats herself with the water of naiveté
Such innocence

Until hopes can no longer bear the weight of her ambitions and she falls
Gravity watches but knots its hand with the laces of tough love
Knowing that her own bruises will one day be the mark of her wisdom

And she falls
Poor apple
She stumbles on the floor
At the feet of the orange tree
Only to find below a sea of half eaten decaying Apples and rotten angry spirits , sisters like her self
she wondered
What could they possibly do wrong to be granted such a fate
But this ambitious apple was determined
She , had courage
She conducted a post mortem on the fallen to be perfect for the king
And found to her dismay that all the apples loved .... And sacrificed without thinking

The poor little apple felt deserted
She knew her death was sealed.
So she cried a little more
Knowing the king would not love her in return
so she decided to sacrifice , differently
She cried into two chambers of her heart
Implanted the everlasting sun of her devotion
removed half the chamber
And buried it in the soul of the orange tree

For years on end and tales on end
The orange tree grew leaves painted with the green hue of her cheeks
The orange tree exhaled her name for ever silently
The juice of the orange was no longer sweet
Her sacrifice made a difference
Orange trees were looked at differently
and maybe her sisters to come will taste the sour intentions the minute he peels the skin of his words in the name of bewilderment