Walking down the beach
I saw a pretty shell
Lying in the deep sand covered
Yet revealed by the rays of the sun.
Shells come in different colours
Also in different shapes.
You find them in different places
Even in unimaginable ones.
A shell can be a place
Where a pearl lies in peace
Animals carry for safety
Or one I run to from the world.
It can be a wonderful place
Although quite small
And sometimes claustrophobic
If you’re the object of your fear.
Some shells storm the weather
Crack beneath crushing weights
And others break to pieces
Unable to be fixed.
When the sun goes down at noon
And the tides rage against me
I find my way into my shell
Surviving even though it’s hell.
The colour is a mix of greys
The walls cracking and letting eyes in
And sometimes I fall in the dark there
Cutting myself and cupping my tears.
The world isn’t getting any friendly
And this little one may not survive.
For now, I’ll keep running to my shell
For I fear soon, it won’t be there anymore.
© Chidera Nwosu
2019
Nice writing…👍🏻😁
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Thank you so much.
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