It is the middle of a boiled egg
that is squishy and malleable -
No
incorrect the center is the yoke.
It is the middle layer of a boiled egg
the amniotic sack turned white -
the layer that wraps the truth
yellow essence, center of gold.
It is the layer just beneath the shell
of hardened emotions -
casing which wraps the truth
there is more to be revealed.
It is this calcified shield holding
all the goo and the gold
lodged in tight spaces
It is what keeps the words
all the honey and the justice -
lodged in the esophagus.
About the Creator
Pōlani Monderen
Modern-day nomad attempting to share experiences through writing in a natural, unhindered way; leaving only footprints of ink wherever I wander.
Author and illustrator of "The Elements: A Poetry Journal" by Wick House Publishing.
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