Eggshells

I won't play your eggshell game.

It's a drag

and you can't hold me hostage

anymore

from who I am,

from who I am meant to be,

from happiness.

Honestly, it's rude,

and you continue to behave childishly,

demanding things

on your own selfish terms.

Meanwhile,

I am making new loves

and they don't require that I tiptoe,

they say,

give it all you got, girl,

go ahead,

crunch.

© 2015 Jennifer Wagner

For Poetry Jam: One Word. My word is “Freedom,” written about obliquely.