all dreams come to an end,
on the crack of the shell,
on the first opening,
the first sound,
as darkness vanished and light flooded,
I was both inside and outside the egg,
my feet inside and head outside,
touching the beauty of the first dawn,
I lingered with nostalgia,
with anxieties and pangs of emotions,
watching the vanishing shadows,
of those who tormented me in the dark,
ready for the first flight,
into the unknown,
I find this more comforting than the mother’s womb,
to walk out of the known dark,
into the dazzling light and unfathomable blue sky.