My shell,
Like anything else, if tried hard enough can be penetrated
But then you might miss my colors
you might miss the mystery of when I decided to pop my head out and surprise you with my presence if you happen to ever be so lucky
And why rush past those moments
If you were to break my shell I promise you will be disappointed
I won't cry out as a reaction I will sit there still in protest and all you will see is my naked skin
You will miss my movement
You have carelessly surpassed my essence
And now I am nothing to you
Patience would be the gift you give me and I promise I can be beautiful.
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K. Waterss
Poetry has been my life for as long as I can remember. It's the only other thing besides my daughter that makes sense to me most days.
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