a poem of duality
I masked myself in the whiteness surrounding me,
Prohibiting the amber tone from shining through the cracks.
The egg whites wrapped me in a present
Of bitter consolation,
As I blindly degraded in a milky white.
Yet I still shone through,
My yolk-like nature bleeding out.
For years I hid behind an obstacle of pale ivory,
But now I lay sunny side up,
An effervescent mixture of yellow and white.