My First Day A Cookie!

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Summary

What is the purpose of pain? What's the point of being beaten, bruised, broken, blended and scared? What is the meaning behind being scorched, pressured, tortured, tested and tried? Before any Odyssey can share any meaningful lesson or virtue, the hero must endure what none of us enjoy, personal growth.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

My First Day a Cookie


I’m minding my business alone and content,

When I’m tossed in a bowl, without my consent!


My skin once was soft. Now it’s rough and it’s bumpy,

I feel some stuff added that makes me feel lumpy.


A noise then begins and I’m starting to spin.

Around and around, again and again!


I question my maker for treating me so!

This mixing and beating has turned me to dough!


It comes to a stop, but my body’s still shaking.

I’m swollen and bruised, and my head keeps on aching.


Why are you doing this!? Can you not see?

This blending is awful, it’s too much for me!


I'm rolled in a ball and then placed on a sheet,

This smooth, metal surface just gives me cold feet.


I’m put In a box as dark as can be

Into blistering heat and no chance to flee


*It's dark and I’m lonely and it's getting so hot

My insides are burning, I can't make them stop


I see others near me, but don’t know their names.

They’re scared just like me and want out just the same.


I hear someone whisper, “You doing okay?”

It comes from behind, I’m not sure what to say.


Hello? I reply to discover who’s there.

“How long will this last, do you know, can you share?”


“I don’t know how we got here or how long this will last.”

“But We must stick together, ‘till all this has passed!”


“Okay” I reply, just as brave as I can.

“Have you found a way out, do you have a good plan?”


“Not yet,” the reply. “But I’m starting to stick

To this pan that we’re on, and I feel really sick!”


“Me too,” I reply. “I just hope it soon ends.”

“Ahh, Yes,” I hear back, “but, I’m glad we’re now friends!”


I look all around, we are all in this bind.

"We’re not the last ones," the thought comes to mind.


“There soon will be others who’ll go through this pit.

I hope they hold on, and I hope they don’t quit.”


As soon as I say it, I know that it’s true.

That hope’s never gone ‘till the journey’s all through.


The darkness is shattered! Bright light rushes in.

“We survived!” I yell out with a wide stretching grin.


I hear giggles and laughter, and cries of sheer glee.

This feeling inside is foreign to me.


I just cannot place it, this feeling that sticks.

This feeling that someone is glad I exist.


Just look at me now, I’m no longer the same.

Since my trials and troubles and hot burning flame


I’m much stronger now than I ever was then,

I’d have to say now I’m a ten out of ten!


We did a hard thing, as hard as can be.

I helped out a friend, and my friend helped me.


I love my new self, though I feel like a rookie.

I’m proud to be me on my first day a cookie!