remember when I used
to tiptoe around eggshells?
I was afraid of cracking
something so delicate;
afraid of coming
out of my skin.
but now,
I no longer notice
the lesions
and the scrapes
are nothing more
than a reminder
of what I went through
to achieve my goal:
you.
Author notes
prompt: glass
lol the title of the contest really caught my eye.. i love mangoes haha 
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A contest entry
- it's raining in mango. by sora..
550 points, ended April 5, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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oh yes, mangoes are beyond brilliant.
this piece is wonderfully subtle.
the imagery is quiet and deft; i admire your ability to cram so much into so few words.
lovely.
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thank you
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aww gosh. Amazing. Honestly.
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this is fantastic! wonderful imagery, and great emotion.
I agree with aanika, though. try using a synonym for the second 'shell.'
and 'I longer notice'-->'I no longer notice.'
other than that, amazing.
'and the scrapes
are nothing more
than a reminder
of what I went through
to achieve my goal:
you.'
very nice.
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"and the scrapes
are nothing more
than a reminder
of what I went through
to achieve my goal:
you"
Dainty.
This was so lovely and pure, innocent and fragile,
so unlike the poem of mine you commented!
It's lovely to see such Imagery.
Thank you for your kind comments,
when I have more time I will definatly be back to check out more of your work.
Regards,
Sophie
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"out off my shell." ----> "out of my shell."
"remember when I used
to tiptoe around eggshells?
I was afraid of cracking
something so delicate;
afraid of coming
out off my shell."
I love this.
I was exactly this person!
ILY!
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emma!
i love this. i feel that i can relate to it and so can you. its so simple and wonderful. usually i pick a favourite part, but this entire poem is sooo good. this is my favourite
looove you <3333
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<3
thanks bby
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