My shell is rough
nooks that run deep
a tell tale sign of protection
the elements are harsh at times
barnacles of times sad
lonliness
the sand that soothes me on the outside
now irritates on the inside
closed tightly secure in what I know
words of kindness help
each word cleaning the outside layers
cleansing on the inside as well
each day a new layer to soothe my discomfort
I am transforming
It may take years for me to learn
placing my trust not only in those around me
but in myself as well
learning
heeding what is said without thought
brought to that day when my shell is opened
tenderly held lovingly knowing what is inside
eager anticipation that the years have changed me in a way I could never know
what emerges is beautiful
porous to still absorb the elements from around me
shiny stunning each layer perfectly laid to create a magnificiant piece
I am unique like no other
my color a different hue than any
my shape rounded like my soul
as I roll around in the palm of your hand
I am comforted in knowing you helped me to be something I could have never imagined
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