Our Family Was a Box of Four Eggs

I think of our family as being a box of 4 eggs –

so fragile in that small box.

It feels like, there should have been more of us,

but there were only 4.

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Eggs usually come in bigger cartons,

not this small box – just 4.

The other eggs belong to other boxes.

Small movements, small disturbances,

put each egg at risk.

All fragile, all prone to cracking.

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There were no other eggs to absorb the shock.

This tiny box of eggs –

all fragile, just 4 and no more.

One day, they all broke

and couldn’t stay in the box anymore.

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Finally free,

out of the shell and out of the box,

they oozed in different directions.

Is this what free is meant to feel like?

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(Idea: Maybe family is a constraint we’re meant to break free from. So that we can finally be free in the world)