Poem -

No more EGGSHELLS.

As i rip the carton open,
looking at 12 within,
i get an awful quivering coming over my skin,
memories walking,
on the edge of my toe's ,
trying to be quiet,
keep the piece,
don't let it show,
I say nothing,
my silenced thoughts,
tied up inside,
I shake my head,
come back to now with pride,
reality's time,
I watch the insides,
dripping out from within,
A normality,
Conveying,
No sin,
And throw away the exterior,
No more,
"Eggshells"
to ever walk upon,
No more silenced,
words within,
No more,
Quivering upon my skin,
No more exterior shell,
trapping me within.

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Nardine Sanderson

Took me a a while to finalize this one as it has so much meaning to me, hope you all enjoy it, much love xx

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Ravindra Kumar

Nardine Jee,

Excellent,..the decision opens admirable side of the joy approaching towards your frozen feet. I impress with the following lines -

A normality,

Conveying,

No sin,

And throw away the exterior,

No more,

"Eggshells"

With high Regards,

Ravindra Kumar

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piusha singh

Wow you are extremely talented, what an exquisite write about an eggshell....enjoyed reading it...very deep....I am adding it to my favourites...I am a passionate learner and today I learned a lot from you...thnxxx for sharing your work with us..
Love

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Nardine Sanderson

Thank you Piusha, this one stirred for quite some time inside my mind, but the feelings weren't to be mistaken, in soon to have, no more eggshells tattooed on my feet, as a reminder to never go back, to being trapped that way, much love, in glad you like my writing xx

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