THE CRACK
We were born in the crack of an egg
fragile and empty
with a whip of thunder
and tongues of fire
tasting the earth.
We were born with a gram of cry
and several stretches,
wrapped in cloth like caterpillars
and waiting for our wings...
We keep our shells
as a reminder of
how far we have come
and how fragile our cradle is.
We were born in a crack and
a crack, we shall return.
They welcome us in cloth and
cloth we are bidden farewell.
Just one of us shall get their wings.
Copyright © Vanja Izova Veleva | Year Posted 2024
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