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
that murmurs
I see the person you are today
and can’t wait 
to determine a vision for tomorrow.

 

Photo credits: Shell, Edward Weston 1927

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also on Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

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