Why are shells so fragile
Yet withstand the weight
Of the ocean and shifting sands?
Endlessly tumbled and scrubbed
To the beat of the Earth's heart.
Yet they will bloody the hand
Of the one who tries to pry.
Are hearts close cousins to the
Sea of shells – small fortresses
Those oysters when carelessly
Tossed about. Take pains to
Open gently. Harsh tides will
Shut this heart up tight; same
As the mighty clam. Yet through
An ocean of turmoil will rise toOffer pearls of love again.