Our life is like a shell upon the shore,
Tossed up by squally,salty,shivering sea
.To shrink inside is safe,yet we want more,
To make,to love,to see,at last to be.
A shell, though tough, is made to open out;
To give the living core its chance to grow
Towards the new we each must shed our doubt.
Every myth and story say it’s so..
To give the living core its chance to grow
Towards the new we each must shed our doubt.
Every myth and story say it’s so..
Impregnable,that home had seemed to be
To the tiny creature growing in its heart#.
Yet thrown by winds across the rolling sea
The slender cage must open and let part.
To the tiny creature growing in its heart#.
Yet thrown by winds across the rolling sea
The slender cage must open and let part.
Protection can be prison to the soul.
So we crack our outgrown shells, desiring all
So we crack our outgrown shells, desiring all
How my heart sings 
Very nice Katherine. Can’t stay locked up in our shell for ever.
Thank you,Peter.I know you like my proper poems best.Hope all is well with you