Cracked open


it sits

lying in wait

longing to be cracked open

long ago hardened and crusted over

but soft and juicy inside

patiently waiting to shine again

the tough outer shell is gently softened

by artistic thought

each action taken

every picture drawn

or word written

gently coaxes it out again

the hard shell begins to crack

and fall away

it is safe to come out and live boldly again

become plump with flowing juices

growing and throbbing with the joy of being used

like a muscle long withered

it never forgets what it needs to do

the shell has gone, fallen away forever

fly, be free

let me see what I’m here to do

it is finally time to listen


my heart and soul belong to you

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