Eggshells Poem by Genice Lorraine De Fabriciano

The artistic tiptoe walk
between dirty looks, criticism, negativity
blowing placid icy chills up one's tender spine
at the familiar sound of an upside down smile
opening of frowned lips to fill the air and world
with any insulting put down floating by in mind

tearing floor beneath into unstable mosaic
itty bitty broken shells of artistic imperfection
designed full of integrity, yet now lacking all gravity
unable to uphold the immense weight of silent tears
that have been dragging down my seeping wet crying heart