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Aaron
Aaron

1mo

INFJ

Scorpio

Eggshell Footing

A thought about eggshells, I've recently hatched. Is a house without door bells. No knocker to grasp. For no-one is welcome. A visit forlorn. We just tiptoe and shuffle. Our paths we have worn. There is comfort in the places we've gone round before. For the cracks in those shells are just dust anymore. I glance at the broken sharp pieces around. I pause in my shuffle... An idea I have found. I step to my left frozen hovering, Then down. As I crush these new bits. I brace for the sounds. The breaking and cracking. The shatter of air. I too break a smile. That feeling is here. I see now these pieces. (A mess. I agree.) But these broken scattered pieces are pieces of me. I boldly now stumble and wade through myself. Who was I to keep me from exploring these shells? I see memories and eulogies, and parts that I've feared. I see heartbreak and sorrow, and those I've held near. I see shimmering, finally, alone by a pile. That sparkle of hope. I grace it a smile. I dust off its edges, and wipe down its sides. Now to hold fast to this, I will certainly try. The hope for this home. In this form. A key. A key I will use. I am finally free. -EhB

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