Mulch

Sometimes I can't say much
I have to keep some things to myself
Inside there was a garden, but the fruit soured
Shake me up, break me down
Till the dirt, till I wake up
Within my shell, till I settle again
With a new purpose?
Stronger than before?
Or all the same pieces spun around?
The picture may seem new, but it's all I have.
It's all I am, till someone says I can be more.