Egg

Egg: underneath protective skin
Holding on to code within.
Full of potential;
Existential
Full but empty
Knowledge and choice.

First food for life
First lady, first wife
Miracle; heaven sent.
Alone, ingredient.

Trapped inside cell wall
Centre of universe
Hoper, hider, waiting for
Perfect one, to unlock your door.

 

If you like this poem try my most liked:  https://abeliamayblog.wordpress.com/2017/11/02/sheltered-under-wing/

https://abeliamayblog.wordpress.com/2017/11/03/out-of-sight-out-of-mourning/

 

 

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