Empty Shells

Walking along the beach, endless and endless miles of seashore with time to explore. Empty shells are all that I can see so I pick them up and carry them away with me. Quite a collection I find I have so I carry them for a safer place to be. The Sun beating down on them with a glimmer of light that catches my eye. More and more I find to carry with me a salvation hard to describe. So much beauty and so many different shapes, But they all lay in such a commonplace. As I carry these empty shells away with me, The weight begins to slow me down. So I sort through them one by one. Each carries a moment in need. Each one in different places I have found. And each with a memory that has only just begun!