Being Shallow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reaching down into the depths of my being, finding out how
shallow I really am, nothing gets past my barrier - nothing
ever gets close to me.

When I feel, I do it intellectually through my mind to keep
it from hurting my being.

Sounding out certain thoughts on life, different views
become vivid and dance within the center of my mind like
seashells upon a sandy shore.

Sometimes bending over, picking up a special one that
catches my eye, holding it close, bringing it with me fast,
so as not to touch it much, and have it turn to dust.