I hate the egg:
So smooth and fragile
A wondrous elliptical figure
Inviting breakage and enticing prying
You're dying to see what's inside
And you'll never know what you'll find.
When cracked,
the shell, previously valued,
becomes forgotten.
It's as though it never existed.
If the inside is acceptable,
it's used for a benefit,
cherished for it's substance,
but it remains use and forgotten.
Once the interior is displeasing,
everything is discarded.
The interior taints the exterior.
All bad; they both cease to exist.
And if they don't,
the memory leaves a bitter taste,
prompts a foul string of words,
leaves a line of disgust at its wake.
I hate the egg,
Because it reminds me so much of me.
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Author:
Ivy Madara (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is an expression of how all my life I've been feeling temporary, judged and used. Just like the egg, I'm only worth one crack; one test of strength, before I'm left alone and forgotten or simply, predisposed as rotten before I'm known. It felt great to express myself. -Ivy
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Oh this poem is sad and I appreciate this the way I read I remember my childhood experience like a egg great job
I'm very sorry you can relate to the emotions in this poem. But I'm glad at the same time that you could dissolve yourself in my own experience. It doesn't last forever.
-Ivy❤️
well I hope
that symbolic image of you as an egg
can one day, evolve
in-to a Chocolate egg
and even then, if you still find cracks
in your surface
or those sudden monsoon's of life
have you thinking
you'll end-up melting, then
trust, that
if you find a way to cultivate
an egg shape mould
to cocoon yourself, within
through the worst of life, then
when, that oppressive tomorrow
becomes your yesterday
and your life's
monsoon heated, teardrop wetness
is exchanged for a dawning
of Spring's, crisp smiling morning
you'll still be back
in your chocolate egg, shape
maybe a little dented and jagged
but still that sweet egg
everyone, will want a piece of...
Thank you so so much for this, another perspective to see myself in. I feel seen in a way I usually don't thanks to MPS
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