The water ebbs and flows
Washing the sand from her feet
Then replacing it with more
She gazes at a shell
She picked up on the beach
Pinks and greys marbled throughout
One side rough and haggard
Bumps of time and trauma beaten
Toughen shell to protect the heart within
Inner shell a glossy gem
Smooth and polished to guard the soul
That once nestled between two perfect halves
What fate befell this creature of the sea
Wrenching it from the bosom of the silt
Taking from it that which it was born to house?
Contemplating life, she gazes at her reflection
Her outer shell, aged and weathered
Guarding a soft yet youthful soul
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