I was born inside a white egg
Which rolled and took the dirt
On its fair skin.
It wasn’t white anymore
Yet I didn’t know
As I was still living inside.
A time came when I grew
So big that the shell broke
And I was exposed.
As I learned to walk
I fell down countless times
No shell to protect me.
Dirt took to me
As roots to soil
And I wasn’t clean anymore.
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General FictionWith a passion for writing, curiosity for poems, and a heart to compete, I made the book for a poem for a contest sponsored by WPContests based on the theme of Light, its interpretation to us, titled "April is Bright". In the near future, I wish to...
