Corn

Each year, the corn is harvested,
Some become rotten,
Some become forgotten,
He let her go to pick up the harvest, 
Which to her father’s eyes was dry and dusty unlike her.

She saw the corn as a sweet and succulent life.
She ate the velvety blistering sun,
Which warmed her spirit in a forsaken 
Hopeful place.
She got filled with milk and honey, 
However, confusion took her heart into 
Hopeless despair.

This new world she tasted was different to what she imagined,
It was full of sorrow and bewilderment. 
She wanted to go back to the time when the harvest was ready, 
So that she would pick what her father wanted.
But the time was running out, she stayed in that place,
But after a while she found, 

That the more and more she chewed the corn 
The more hope she sensed.