Egg

Egg

An ivory life.

So small and tiny.

Just hiding in a ball. I

could hold it in my hands and

imagine what it would look like

when at last it cracks and breaks

away from inside. His old home will

be gone and he will be forced to make

a new. But will it hatch, will he live? Or

will he never come out? He has only been in

there a little while, but I wish he’d leave, I wish

he’d come and see his new home. His new life.

His new world. It must be so lonely in there. All

alone. So alone. Oh! Is that a crack? Or is the light

deceiving me? Yes! He is coming, he is going to

see his new world. A world of light and joy.

So fluffy, so brown, so new. When one

is still in their egg you never get to

see the true them. But now I

see what he truly looks

like. And he is

no longer

an egg.

-Apple