fill me with confetti at least

Everyone sees the egg of me.

Thinks it fragile, thinks it potential.

Ignores the cracks.

What if this is it?

Shell broken, dinosaur unborn.

A fading yolk.

I think if we’re honest

we could make something beautiful

of even this mess.

12 thoughts on “fill me with confetti at least

  1. This really resonated with me. Truly beautifully expressed words. Captured my attention.
    Made me think about things happening in my own life from a slightly different perspective. Thank you. I guess you’d be OK if I included it in a poetry reading I’ve got in May?

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