A Shell Doesn'T Have To Be Hell
Days
of pain
were scratched on
my shell's thick walls,
when I was a prisoner. Now free, I soar.
My shell rests cracked where it fell and I fled --
a legacy
of my strong
will to
thrive.
Copyright © Effie Blake | Year Posted 2008
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