Shell Poem by Rosa Flintholm

Shell

We are like shells
Pretty and unique on the outside.
Filled with life on the inside.
Unfortunately mine has grown hollow.
Only the shell is left now.
Damaging the shell can make you feel something inside.
I'm not quite sure what you feel, but it's something else than empty.
I'll take what I can get.

Wednesday, May 22, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: shells,self harm,emptiness,numbness,tired
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