Sea Shells
I’ve been hoping for some feeling.
Looking out at the water.
Grasping at fleeting thoughts and emotions.
They always pass by too quickly,
none stick long enough to matter.
I haven’t felt an emotion since fifteen.
At this point, I’m unsure I’d recognize any of them.
Just a shell of a person.
Going through the motions.
Working, driving, smiling.
Not a thing behind these eyes.
Not a thing.
But a shell.
Copyright © Sara J | Year Posted 2022
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