Array of seashells on sandy beach in Nags Head, NC
I started out a simple shell - a conch, I think they called me
I knew that I was pretty - with my beautiful points up on top
My outer self was several pretty shades of brown
But turn me over and you would be amazed
The browns they faded softly into many pinks and purples
the deeper that you looked
The waves they took me out to sea
I tumbled all around
I felt myself crashing over and over again
The sea then spit me out upon the sand
only now I was in pieces
What happened to me? What would I become? Who would want me now that I was just a piece of my former beauty?
Suddenly I felt myself drowning once again
sucked back into the sea
tossed to and fro endlessly
The cycle it continued day after day
over and over until I had lost count
As I tried to sleep each night all I could dream of
was sea and sand, sand and sea
Was this all that life had in store for me?
Then one day - just like any other day
I found myself washed back up on the sand again
This time I felt myself lifted high up in the air
I felt the warmth of the sun upon me
And I saw the face of a little boy staring back at me
His eyes they were so bright
They sparkled with laughter
His voice was like an angel
as he sang my praises to the world
He spoke about my beauty, the many colors that he saw
and the way I felt so smooth
I didnít understand it
I thought I was just a broken shell
What did he see in looking at me, that I couldnít see in myself?
He held me up again and now I saw myself reflected in his eyes
Where once was just a piece of broken shell now stood
a beautiful rock washed smooth
by the Sands of Time.
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