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The Bruised Peach


The bruised peach, much like the cracked egg, has seen; heard; and felt a lot during their life.

Until the peach was fully mature, they hadn’t quite come to understand all that their life had consisted of.

They couldn’t quite trust…

They couldn’t quite love…

They didn’t know how.

Nothing had ever actually “happened” to them. But their tree, the tree that gave them life and shelter during their younger months, that tree had been badly scorned.

From those scars, the peach slowly became bruised.

Bruised peaches are just like other peaches. They taste just as sweet, have just as much to offer, but they shield it. You wont usually see the bruised peach on the shelf at the grocery store. Or sitting in line at the farmers market.

Because the bruised peach needs time to reflect. To heal.

So, the peach will wait, on the tree.

Some bruised peaches get better. With time. They get picked from the tree and they go out into the world and they enjoy the sunshine and they live life without carrying that damaged past with them.

But this peach, this peach is riddled with little invisible scars. Scars that keep coming to the surface just when the peach thinks they are finally growing past it.

So, the peach will think and discuss old stories from storms that haunted their tree with the elder peaches on the neighboring branches. The peach will start to realize that many of the scars it carries were caused by the peaches they loved the most.

The peach will start to second guess everything they were ever told by that loved one and, in the end, the peach will start to think they don’t know anything at all.

This makes it hard for the bruised peach. Because the bruised peach is so caring, and they find that this caring nature was used and abused their whole life by everyone they ever knew in that tree.

But the peach knows that you can’t pick your tree. And the tree that the peach sprouted from did love all their peaches, they were just not a healthy tree.

The peach has learned that although they have many stories that shaped their fruit over their time on the tree, that the best lesson the peach has yet to learn, is to accept.

Acceptance doesn’t change the story. It doesn’t change the tree. But it does change the peach. Because by accepting their past, the bruised peach can shape their future.

But acceptance is a hard pill to swallow. Because it doesn’t quite make sense at first.

But for the peach to be able to leave the tree, and grow their own someday, the peach needs to accept that their tree only told their story for that short time. And the rest of the peaches story is theirs to tell.

Written by Anonymous

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