Walking on Eggshells Poetry
Eggshells
Maybe I shouldn’t watch where I put my foot
Published in
May 18, 2023
I walked on eggshells,
the skeletons of baby
chicks you tossed on the floor,
daring me to put my foot down.
I didn’t put my foot down,
afraid you would yell when
I broke the silence with a stomp.
Yesterday, I put my foot down.
Yesterday, I stomped.
The silence didn’t shatter,
and it didn’t matter.
You couldn’t hear me
over the TV.