At Last To Be

Our life is like a shell upon the shore, tossed up by squally,salty,shivering sea .To shrink inside is safe,yet we want more, To make,to love,to see,at last to be. A shell, though tough, is made to open out; To give the living core its chance to grow .Towards the new we each must shed our doubt. Every myth and story say it’s so.. Impregnable,that home had seemed to be To the tiny creature growing in its heart#. Yet thrown by winds across the rolling sea The slender cage must open and let part. Protection can be prison to the soul. So we crack our out grown shells, desiring all