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Sea shell at the bottom of the wave water crashing down forcing it to be brave as the watchers sit at the beach one decides to take a leap a step into the wave to save that shell
Out of the darkest shell I emerge, Bringing Out a path once trailed I Arrive; With a story to tell From a past once bitter To a Path Now Fitter
Five rows down from the very front of the church,
Is my nature free? I will not laugh nor shout And engulf in reverie And then I say I am the sea The moon the glowing orb Is a friend to some but not the swirling sea
Who am I? The one cowering on the floor as the crowd walks by Fear rips through my body The anxiety tears at my heart with its needle-sharp nails My breathing increases as my attack starts
You see a teenager. Day to day, smiling awkwardly at those who pass.I see a little girl. Sitting all alone, trying to hide her face from those who look upon her.You see a senior, attending classes, not paying attention.
I feel like that. That pale greyish wisp of ash that crumbles beneath the slightest touch, That's been consumed by a ravenous fire that first caressed Then incinerated every fiber of it's being. I feel like that.
Sometimes I feel like a shell of what I should be, Just unable to see what others can see. They're all so comfortable and happy, While I remain bitter and sappy. Hundreds of others can instantly connect
You're an infant in space,Is that what it is?
A gaping hole so void, and yet prominent. It's shell so spherical, as it wraps about its brittle self, in an unctuous curvature. A ring containing a nearly inconceivable number of atoms
Here it all goes Six shots and a candle glows For all the departed souls Shattering the stained glass windows I tried to kneel I tried to feel This closeness with the world
We gather. We wait. We silently anticipate. The sun dips down, The waves dance up. The crashing touch Of Mother Earth And the King of the Sea Produce a sight of beauty.