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.
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.
rarasaur 
Sometimes the best of this thing called life comes from the mess of this thing called life.
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🧡🧡🧡
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You were, are and will always be wonderful to me ❤️
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Thank you. I feel the same about you! 🧡
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Love your words.
And sharing this blog post with you: Musings on a spring morning. Such hopeful thoughts!
https://reflectionsofalaycatholic.com/2022/04/18/random-musings-on-a-spring-morning/#respond
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Thank you! That was a very thoughtful share!
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Agree! 💗
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🧡
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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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All the best stuff comes from a mess 🥰🤗
Alison
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True! 🙂
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You’re a good egg.
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