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
Through
To a life that matters
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Vivian Zems
July 16, 2017 at 3:11 pm
I enjoyed this 🙂 It was different!
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July 16, 2017 at 4:11 pm
Thank you 🙂
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