This is a fairly new piece that came from a writing exercise that uses pictures to inspire poetry. I was drawn to a picture of 2 eggs and this is what moved through me. I performed this at an open mic recently, but as I typed it today, it changed a bit. I’m at peace with my poems shifting until they feel done…
cracked
(C) 2013 by margaux delotte-bennett
my sanity is fragile
like the shell of an egg
with a crack in it
the secrets
dramas & dreams
scrambled just below the surface
and if I’m not handled
gently
your grip will crush me
force me to ooze between
your fingers
I am not hard boiled
or pickled
the sunny side is
seldom up
I spin smoothly on my side
circling the pitfalls & missteps
of others
that could leave me splattered
nothing more than a wet stain
on the unassuming sidewalk
of this life
scattered bits of me
speckling the passing pavement
like the shell of an egg
with a crack in it
my sanity is fragile
I am letting you know
because I must
be handled with care
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Black & Kinky Amongst Brown Waves 
“the sunny side is
seldom up…”
these lines & the last stanza?
your vulnerability is appreciated;
you will not regret it.
sending you lots of light
to complete your week.
hugs & kisses.
Comment by j. November 14, 2013 @ 7:11 am~j. 🙂