I solemnly smile
and try not to hide
as courage washes upon shore
during the storm.
The constant thrashing of my heart
can be heard
as wisdom pours from mouth
of a seashell,
am I to draw close to the unsung
while dreaming of days
when I was poised and confident?
Believe chance is a lover
I see the person you are today
and can’t wait
to determine a vision for tomorrow.
Photo credits: Shell, Edward Weston 1927
Posted for Camera Flash @ Real Toads
also on Poetry Pantry @ Poets United