Eggshells

Look! It’s a new poem. And you thought it would never happen. O ye of little faith.

(To be honest, even I doubted there existed any kind of writing inspiration left in me.)

Eggshells

by Ruqaiyah Davids

It was whole once,
And fragile.
Delicate.

But it slipped—
Or was squashed—
In hands too careful.
Hands too fearful.
Hands that weren’t quite sure how to be grateful
for the gift they were given.

It fell to the ground,
Broken
Into pieces.
Everywhere, there lay shards of a broken shell;
Too many to put back together.

Now we all look at the mess
But ignore its brokenness.
We pretend it’s still whole
While the glorious disaster we behold.

But we won’t go too close now.
We know better.
We don’t walk there.
It’s too dangerous—
These eggshells.
We’re much too careful now,
To walk on these eggshells.
Much too fearful,
Of this broken eggshell.

It fell to the ground,
Broken
Into pieces.
Everywhere, there lay shards of a broken shell;
Too many to put back together.
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