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I thought I was the seed

the kernel, the germ

I thought I was your very heart

I was carefully cultivated 

tirelessly tended 

nourished

nurtured

What else could I possibly be?

So when the thresher came

although I was disheartened 

I was unafraid

I was sure of my worth

And in the end

after fall upon fall of the flail

after chaff had been

brutally 

stricken from grain

and all was tossed to the wind

Imagine my surprise

when 

instead of falling at your feet

I blew away