Saturday, February 13, 2021

eggshells (a stream of consciousness poem)

i carry my heart
on the outside

such a bumpy ride
for an important organ

i can't hide the feelings
from the inside

only because you
bring them to the surface

it's a talent you have
that you probably didn't want

to taunt without feeling it
and hurt without meaning to

incomplete words don't 
make for a good rhyme

and the cold weather brittles
any kind words that are said

afraid of the eggshells that 
must be walked on?

think about how it feels
for the eggs

scrambled, as usual

(breakky)





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