I am but a small oyster
In a deep complicated sea
The waves pushing and rolling
Me
I am stuck in the sand.
Danger is lurking
Stressors hide
Wondering
Watching
Waiting
Attack! Attack!
My body starts to fortify
Layer upon layer
Upon layer
Coating myself
Around my wounds
Deep within
It grows
As the strata shapes the shell
It becomes
smooth to the touch
Full to the soul
Filled as one
Beauty
In a scarce stone.
I was never the oyster.
Wisdom And Beauty
Love this poem. "I was never the oyster" You were all along the pearl. Perception at its finest.
The Pearl
Published by Family Friend Poems December 1, 2023 with permission of the Author.
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