Apr 17, 2019
(300-and-something) like an egg
i carry my hurts within myself like an egg like an egg of something new burning itself out through my fingertips i can’t see what is brand new.
they remembered me when i was stronger so fighting through the pain now i am weak there is no succor here.
sometimes i just want to be wrapped up in a big blanket and say goodbye to the world goodbye until tomorrow, goodbye until i am alone again away from expectations.
but i also want to be seen i also want to be heard a downy chick coming out from the egg killed by a passing wolf.
i carry my hurts within me like an egg tabula rasa.