Hazel Durham

The Shell - Poem by Hazel Durham

The ocean with waves of fluid motion,
A teenage girl incredibly thin,
With pale frosty skin,
Breathing in the crisp air,
Longing for adventures, without care,
Instead of this trap,
Tying her down, with an unbreakable strap,
Nature's arena embracing her starved body,
Like wearing her mother's snug wrap.

Mountains enduring great hardships, against the elements,
The sky changing moodily, with endless tears,
Trees looking down from their lofty heights,
Birds flying back with all their might,
To their young, feeble chicks,
The grass feeds and licks,
The moist earth, so fertile,
Along, growing up miles,
Without many smiles.

Frozen in time, like a child of the whispering wind,
She worships the beauty,
Feelings, stirring many colours of her spirit,
With merit,
Floating on a lake scattered with ripened cherries,
Fear of the word adult which will snatch her dreams away,
Her frazzled mind,
Becomes calm with a cooling balm,
In the mist swirling land,
With her passion for the music of her favourite band.

Rolling over sandunes, beginning to feel well,
She spots a shimmering shell,
As she holds the cone shape to her petite ear,
Now the world is grinning, so near,
With the sound of ancient wisdom,
That gives a cheer,
She is certain her inner child,
Will always wonder,
Ponder on the absurdity of been grown up,
But her words will always caress the tenderness,
And newness of living.

Her eyes begin to shine, letting time have its hold,
Winning is not about been thin,
Its about been happy in your own skin,
As she sings out blissfully,
In this panorama of a spectacular force of conflict,
That ceases with the familiar comfort,
Of wet greasy seaweed wrapping around her bare feet,
Making her fears ramble away,
As she bathes in the joy of finding the truth, complete.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is a story about a teenage girl who is in the prison of the disease anorexia nervosa. Nature's supreme power and beauty makes her find answers to this disease that robs people of life itself!

Comments about The Shell by Hazel Durham

  • Stephen Katona (3/21/2015 1:25:00 PM)

    My favourite lines are:
    Winning is not about been thin,
    Its about been happy in your own skin
    Hazel you've managed to create a wonderfully therapeutic poem for any teenage girl with anorexia. It would be worth sending a shortcut to your poem to the anorexia and bulaemia care page on facebook and sharing it in discussion groups on anorexia elsewhere. You have created something beautiful that could help many. It's now a favourite of mine so it's easy to find whenever I come across anyone I think would benefit from it.
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  • (8/25/2013 9:45:00 AM)

    Our bodies are only shells, they are not who we are within. Excellent poem. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (4/6/2013 8:13:00 AM)

    A great poem about a difficult situation. Lovely balanced poem. (Report) Reply

  • Shaun Foster (4/5/2013 4:53:00 PM)

    A very impressive piece indeed......Great imagery with excellent descriptive lines. (Report) Reply

  • Abaka Blessing Anastasia (4/3/2013 7:09:00 AM)

    Winning is not about been thin, Its about been happy in your own skin. luvly poems. (Report) Reply

  • Yasmin Khan (4/2/2013 5:31:00 AM)

    A tug at the heartstrings...Nature has been depicted with deep feelings. She caresses 'the newness of living' strikes a hopeful note. It's a wonderful composition written with a soft heart. Thumbs up Hazel! (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (4/1/2013 9:19:00 AM)

    So her obsession about her figure is sublimated by her ability to understand the truth that winning is not about being thin, but the ability to be happy in one's own skin! An unusual subject, deftly handled! ! Kudos! Thanks for the invitation! (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (4/1/2013 8:36:00 AM)

    Great work Hazel on such a serious issue. Thankyou (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (4/1/2013 8:36:00 AM)

    A great message in your words Hazel, that winning is not about being thin - there is too much emphasis on this by the media. Some very good lines, and an interesting write. (Report) Reply

  • Vishal Sharma (4/1/2013 3:43:00 AM)

    nice image presented esp..in first and third stanza..totally splendid..got lot of information through your golden poem..

    Her eyes begin to shine, letting time have its hold,
    Winning is not about been thin,
    Its about been happy in your own skin,
    As she sings out blissfully,
    true and my favourite lines in the poem.
    compleated with a perfect title....
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  • Titi Dale (3/31/2013 6:26:00 PM)

    This is an interesting write, hazel :) not many times have I seen such a topic being mentioned in a poem! Thanks for your invitation: -)

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 30, 2013

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