Scrambled Egg

by Renz Chester R. Gumaru

Born a shell, smooth and whole.

Cracked by hands, and lost control.

Spilled too fast, and can't return,

Heat will rise, and I will burn.

Beaten, broken, and torn apart.

Lost the shape I had at the start.

Soft yet torn, golden bright,

Still, I glow in the morning light.

Served and gone, who will care?

Left as stains, moments rare.

Was I whole? Was I free?

Was I ever truly me?

Or was I never whole to begin with?