Shell Life

Shell Life

A Poem by Bianca

I just really want to come off of my shell but I force myself not sucks :/

Draw the line
The act is made
You've made your mark
You can't take it back

Draw the line
They're watching you (watching you)
See the sun set until the end

A missed opportunity
Will there be
A better sight to see
Nervous and scared inside
Is there any way to break this curse?

I did it on myself
It's my choice to change
Lost in a fog of fear
I'm waiting for the day

Where I'm free
Out of my shell
Gone from my prison
Won't give a care
Who will see
My inner me

A phoenix reborn
The flame of new life
Flies high to light the path

I drew the line
I'm afraid to cross
What's on the other side
is what I want
Will I dare to change?

I want out of this frost glass shell
There's a bright deep crack that I look through
I know I can break free

A city made of flames
Buildings covered in warm fire
Doesn't look like hell
When I made it

I'll escape someday
I'm just waiting
Waiting for the courage
Waiting for the strength
Waiting for the confidence

Of the beauty in me

I want to stop telling myself I can't
I fear myself
I'm the hateful warden keeping myself in
All for the lie:

"You'll be safe here"

© 2010 Bianca

Author's Note

Well, it's been a while since I wrote something...If you have anything to say about it I'd like to hear it.

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this is cool, i really enjoyed this write. So much powerfulness with emotions. I liked reading this.

Posted 7 Years Ago

Very good job!(:

Posted 7 Years Ago

Ok this was good. It first reminded me of a song but, it seems so much more. The ending line adds a little final sweetness to the Tapestry you've woven.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on February 25, 2010
Last Updated on February 26, 2010
Tags: shell, fear, fire, phoenix, strength, confidence, city




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