The egg is so fragile,
yet holding within it
the greatest of miracles.
the embryo of all our hope...
all that we weren't but wished for,
all that we are, yet even more so
feel entitled to.
The egg is so fragile.
The smallest misalignment and hope
summersaults into a barren winter
devoid of anything
that matters more.
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