When I am with you
how fragile are the eggshells beneath my feet?
Will they break with the slightest touch?
A mere cast of any eye?
Should I walk with feet bare
or can my soul and thoughts be bared and shared
without fear of injury
or to me.
Mostly, to you. My back is strong.
Yet, I will not avoid the eggshells.
I will say they are as strong as Ostrich eggs
and stand on them without hesitation
without burden of breakage
with hearts in tact
communication an easy commute