Don’t chase the egg
you’re told.
It isn’t ready.
And neither are you.
The shell will crack
when it’s meant to.
Not by force,
not by fear,
not by someone else’s clock.
You are the hen—
awkward, restless,
feathered with questions
and half-formed wants.
Feed what’s here.
Scratch where you stand.
Grow into the weight
of your own wings.
The future will come.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 2:24 AM UTC
Don’t chase the egg
you’re told.
It isn’t ready.
And neither are you.
The shell will crack
when it’s meant to.
Not by force,
not by fear,
not by someone else’s clock.
You are the hen—
awkward, restless,
feathered with questions
and half-formed wants.
Feed what’s here.
Scratch where you stand.
Grow into the weight
of your own wings.
The future will come.
A small lesson in patience and becoming, The Coop Years reflects on growing at your own pace, not the world’s.
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