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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.

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  1. Date: 11/4/2008 7:58:00 AM

    Wow. Great use of this form of poetry. And good for you - keep soaring! Love, Shar