I’m fragile
like an eggshell.
I wish I was stronger,
and tougher
like a snail’s shell,
which can withstand anything
that comes its way.
I tell them softly
that I’m falling apart,
burdened by the weights
life gravitates on me
which is becoming unbearable
and already creating cracks
on my fine shell.
they tell me to man up,
don’t be a pussy!
life isn’t a walk in the park
nor a bed of roses,
that what I’m going through
is nothing compared
to what they have been through.
so I shut up instead
and mourn silently.
cos I know I’m not really
as strong as the world
expects me to be.
I really wish I was,
If only wishes were horses.
but who am I
to question the gods
who moulded me into an eggshell
instead of a snail’s shell?
faced with the harsh realities
of life. alone.
my tragedy shall hatch like an egg,
quietly, in the incubator of dusk.
Beautiful artwork and powerful words and thoughts. Outstanding poetry.
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Thank you for your nice comments, so sweet of you. Thanks for stopping by 🙂
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Was my pleasure and you are welcome.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
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Love this poem, sometimes I feel very egg shell like and sometimes I have to walk on egg shells. But I also try to act more like a snail! Beautiful imagery and thoughts!
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I’m glad you “also try to act more like a snail!” That’s inspiring. Thanks for sharing your thoughts 🙂
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Thank you! 😊
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Great Post
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My tragedy shall hatch like an egg…still hanging on that line. That’s usually what happens after being silenced by those who expect one to be a snail shell. Sad. Sometimes, all it takes is a little bit of allowing the egg to just be and a bit of timely conditioning for a chick to hatch…instead of tragedy. Heartfelt piece
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That’s the unfortunate reality of things, and it’s really saddening. If only people would be more empathetic, they would realise that we all have varying degrees of strength and there shouldn’t be any comparison of sort. So as to allow a chick to hatch instead of tragedy 🙂
Thanks ma’am 🙂
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Nice imagery, strong poem.
You are doing good on all fronts.
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Thanks Vin 🙂
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Great piece beloved 🙂
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Nice one my guy, keep up the work, the sky is your starting point.
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Thanks for stopping by bro.
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