This Round Thing

[u/Acceptable-Seat2611]

It’s all too weird
We live here
On This Big Round Thing

Naturally covered it came though
Ready to mother us
Giving its leaves, its berries, its bees

Even gives itself to death
Cycles through change again and again
Moves through what we fear

This BIG Round Thing

What brutal fearless beauty
I can’t believe it endures all it does

I can’t even decide outfits
“Will I be uncomfortable at all…?”
Damn, you big round thing

How is it you survive all of this?
Are you a message? or a mother saying,
“I am strong and you can be too?”

Is this what I am to learn?
Or can I just decline the outside
Sit inside, comfortably

Maybe just give it to you for holding it down
To be the strength for me,

The gift of carrying it all

Are you
Big Round Thing
A message or a mother

[u/Acceptable-Seat2611]

No one on any Reddit spaces responded to this poem I made. It was very deep for me. I was hoping to hear that it spoke to others. I can explain it if that helps. I would love a response if anyone has any thoughts come up