I Am the Seashell

Tiny, timid, I am
picked apart by vultures
for the sweet, tasty goodness
of my heart.
Giants step on me:
crushing, stomping
with their steel-toed boots.
Yet I rarely ever shatter.
With cunning, and skill
I will stand beside you:
the ocean of my desire;
the raging sea of my lust.
We never part, you and I,
And every night
that you feel alone,
crying into the darkness
you can always hear me.
Just lift me up to your ear
and hear my echo
as it travels deep into your soul.
I am the seashell.


~J.V.Harker~
~Friday 24 April 2009~