The Cowardly Crab Poem by Michelle Chargualaf

Tormented, frustrated and tired, I look to faith to drive me forward.
I sit insecure, yet hopeful that I will joyously witness the promises of tomorrow.
The ever so powerful Lord, will He acknowledge me, and bless my existence.
I am, after all, just one of many crabs here, and we often hide from others out of fear.

All of my life I have been afraid, except when I vas very young. In youth, I was fearless because I was not aware of those threats that could have been fatal to me. I
I have since learned to be more cautious and only venture out of my safe confines to
satisfy my hunger needs. Safety only exists deeply embedded in the cervices of the algae covered rocks, placed naturally along the shoreline. Therefore, I must slowly come out to dine, yet quickly retreat in the crevice if danger is imminent.

In spite of my life’s dangers, I have visions of becoming more than a cowering crab. Never will a crab like me find true purpose, if I am stuck in the daily ritual of surviving. With passion in my heart and determination in my mind, I take a huge plunge off my rock into the raging water below.