Desiring all

We each are  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.
Impregnable,that home had seemed to be
A tiny creature growing in its heart
Yet thrown by winds across the rolling sea
The slender cage must open  and we part.
Protection can be prison to the soul.
So we  leave our  outgrown shells, desiring all
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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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