Dawning Creations

We crack like robin eggs,
scattered on sidewalks and neighbor’s lawns.

We left our outer covering, airing our damp laundry for the world to recognize.

I’m the same and trying to leave it out each next time.

You want to be that constant being, impartial, unbiased and saving a life, any life to relay a message but you don’t realize, you’ve already succeeded.

We’re stomping to our own cosmic beat, dancing in mud puddles as the falling rain drops dripping drown.

It’s beautiful.
It’s our reality.

You want to be that one constant but you’ve already succeeded reaching the impenetrable and dumbfounded all, including me.

We crack like robin eggs, revealing more of ourselves and our splendors.