In a room full of egg shells

Not knowing how to tread

Even one foot forward

And a sound will be heard

This room full of egg shells

Designed to keep her meek

Stopping her from getting

The treasure she seeks

She ponders and wonders

Patience, her gift

She flexes her muscles

Her foot,  she does lift

Marching forward

Despite the clatter

She crunches her way


To a life that matters

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Vivian Zems