Broken Shell by Matasha Lee
Though I’m visibly shattered
There is a part of me that is worth keeping, looking into,
I was birthed in the deepness of the ocean and live by its shores.
I listen to the waves of life as their ripple effect graces my body.
At night I look at the billions of stars and wonder where each one can take me.
Some days I tuck away in the sand while the storms of life passes by, but I am not afraid.
I like to listen to the thunder howl,
Watch the lightning strikes,
And feel the rain upon my shell.
I use to fear the unknown of the days when the air seemed quiet.
I wasn’t use to it not speaking to me.
In its silence, I sleep, resting my head upon God’s blanket of earth,
Wondering when the earth will speak with me again.
It is lonely sometimes because I know that others don’t always view my shell as
Unique and many days I desire to run away and gather a new one,
But it is the child that comes and admires my beauty that lets me know there is no need to escape.
I remain strong in my faith,
And learn to embrace my differences and still enjoy the life that surrounds me and its wonders that are offered to me.