Fragile

you are so fragile
as a blue bird's egg inside my hands

my sigh is a pressure
the slightest of which the shell cracks

it doesn't matter
nature chooses those which are fit to survive

perhaps
an ostrich 's egg will do

to show me what life is
the hardness of this.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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