The Wisdom of A Boiled Egg

I came into this world

Fragile, thin, scared, anxious

People treat me with care and carefully

Put me in the safest place they could find

The highest position out of all the other stuffs

So that I’m kept out of pressure, out of danger

But somehow I only come to use

When people break me?

And break me again and break me again

Until I’m used to get broken

I’m so used to it — I’m tired of it!

Yeah, go break me again

Touch me kindly and beat me again to the hard surface

Or hit me with something sharp enough

Yeah, do it all again, alright

What’s new? Another part of me broken?

Ah, same old story, keep it going

Sometimes the saddest part of it is

That the people that put me in their highest priority at first

Still somehow break me and let me suffer

I will have to endure the heat and surrender to it

In the end to be enjoyed by my beaters

Am I not so kind?

I was thin, but somehow I got thicker with time

At least now I guess I know the drill

See, another hand touching me

What’s so scary anymore?

I know where this is going

Oh, wait. Where are you taking me?

Is that a pot with water?

A bath? Swimming pool? Finally, some fun!

I have been waiting for th—

Ah! What is this heat?

Why are you heating me up like this?

Hey, turn it down, it’s too hot for me!

Why don’t you listen to me?!

Give me some ai— Hey! Don’t close the p—

So, there I was. Silenced.

Nobody heard me suffering anymore.

I kept on screaming under the bubbly hot water

But it only felt like I exhausted my own energy

Nobody seemed to listen nor help.

I was alone and I didn’t know what was going on.

I was only a clueless little thing

But the world around me seemed to hold the control over me

Am I that helpless? Am I that quiet?

I keep on wondering and wondering

Minutes after minutes passed by

I felt myself hardening

My white was almost solid

And my core went numb

This was all new to me

I had no clue what was done to me

Until somehow somebody seemed to have heard me

Yay! Finally, one last hope to be saved before I became too hard

I was finally out of the water

Only to realize…

Ouch! I was beaten again!

And again! And again?!

I cracked worse than I ever cracked before.

The cracks scarred me, and they stuck on me.

I always need a hand to remove all my cracked skins

Sometimes even a hand won’t help

And sometimes even after more hands involved

My scars are still to be seen

And I will be put in a cold water after a hot one

Until I crack more and until I’m clean

But also sometimes the scars are so deep

They peel my white too, even my core

So I’m deformed, I’m ugly, I’m not perfect!

After all the sufferings, the silence, the beatings

I came out full of flaws, unpresentable, full of hand prints

Sometimes I still fall and roll on dirty surfaces after that all

And picked up and helped to be cleaned

Or simply thrown away to the trash

Along with things that look more like me

Things that people don’t find useful anymore

Or, I will be eaten

Again, by the beaters

They will sometimes compliment on my taste and versatility

That I am this and that, all goodness

Sometimes it’s enough to see them smile while enjoying me

It’s the least I could give them after all I’ve been through

But sometimes I’m still hurt when I’m chewed on

Or when I’m mixed with other things

Sometimes I’m mad and I hold grudge

Sometimes I let my skin go into their mouths too

So they notice the hardship I went through

Or at least try to

Though I think nobody really cared?

They either spit it out or swallow it

But that’s the biggest revenge I could do

As I also don’t have the heart to hurt them like they do

But they didn’t lie when they said experiences toughen you

In fact, I am no longer the runny one

The one that splashes when I get beaten

I cry less and less each time I’m heated

I’m tough, I probably taste different now, but I’m still me

I probably even stink, all the processes done just to stink in the end

And end up in the same end, each time on end

Is that what it is with maturing?

Because I get things cleared up in my mind after the torturing

And I keep on growing, learning, and improving

Though I’m a product of an ending that’s soon ending

Sometimes even depressing, nerve-racking, annoying

Scaring, scarring, caring, loving

And still beating after the beating

Still struggling but fulfilling

It’s the wisdom of an egg in water that’s boiling