I want to walk on egg shells.
I know that such on controversial thing to say.
To walk on something so gentle
To walk on something so fragile.
Something that has created life, right beneath your feet
Would all the sympathy of a person have to leave before one could walk on it?
Would the empathy and all the emotions escape them?
Couldn't it also be seen as a punishment?
It would stab through your skin and bones
It would rattle you to the split ends of your hair.
Would it cause some relief?
The pain be a life saver?
Draw blood and raw feelings on the bare of your heels.
Why stop at waking?
Why not run?
Why not skip upon eggshells?
You could turn it into a day in the park.
Have a picnic on shards of calcium.
Would it only appear to be a picnic?
Or would something else be thrown into the mix of emotions?
It's still a wonder to me, how egg shells could not be walked on.
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PuisiThis is not a story!! This is a collection of poems that help me express what I'm thinking. I'm a trans man (ftm) and I like to write about it on here along with my mental health stuff. So have fun *****warning****** Tiggers May include: Depression ...
