Like a shell in the bottom of the ocean, washing around unnoticed.

Like a shell on a turtle, to protect and isolate.

Like a shell of a pie, drowning in something better tasting than itself.

Like a shell of a bullet, ready to explode if triggered.

Like a shell of a nut, cracked, enjoyed, dropped.

Like a shell of a woman, giving all of herself until she’s empty inside.

Spending all of her time sharing love that she craves to receive.

She’ll fight until the shell crumbles and she’s forced out.

Because she’s always been a shell.

The walls of her shell can deceive her, making her feel alone.

What she doesn’t know, is there is a rare pearl inside of her.

What she doesn’t see is that some people already know her value.

Her worth would be abundant in caring hands,

If only she could see it herself.