Shell

There was

Only a sliver

Of a membrane

Exposing flesh to a

Brutal environment, with perseverance

The membrane hardened

To become the most

Exquisite

Shell

Butterfly Shell

Searching for a new beginning,
Bid farewell to hours past.

The blessings, there were many,
Days and years flown by so fast.

My soul, an empty shell, shall feel
Until it’s filled with love at last.

Spiralling
Down and down
And down again from
Mid centre to
The lowest
Point