Breaking Shells Poem by Angelica Duardo
Breaking Shells
I’m afraid to open things
To break the shell their kept within
I’m afraid they’ll rot with time
And disappear before my eyes
I’m afraid to love someone
I know he’ll take my heart and all my thoughts
I’m afraid our love will rot with time
And disappear before our crying eyes
I learned life is like an endless sea
Full of broken dreams
And love is like a painted ocean
White with broken shells
Red with aching hearts
I’m weak; you see I’m afraid to feel
And break the shell I am kept within
Because I might as well be as frail as time
And disappear before my eyes
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4/18/2024 7:58:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An intense poetic message where, more than breaking shells, the author talks about broken shells. That is to say, the poetic feeling of a wound is more important than the fear of a new wound.