Crack me open.
I do not
have the shell
of a regular egg,
though.
I am like
a Cadbury
creme egg,
with a thick
shell,
and a mess
of insides.
Sweet,
and holding more
than you expected.
Or maybe,
I am simply
a stone
hiding
a gem,
dazzling, waiting,
or
more stone,
tough, with
a now jagged edge.
The only
way
we'll know,
is if you decide
to break my whole
being and
crack me open.
YOU ARE READING
before i learned to breathe
PoetryA series of the poems I made in 2018, the year a lot of things changed for me and those around me. It's the year I forgot how to breathe, but also the one where I slowly found myself again and learned to be who I am.
