To Stanley/Stanaliess (The Turtle of Wealthy 1053)
With this shell on my back
You might know I still lack
Swimming for something to find
To fill a hunger inside
Food, rocks, and all manner of things
Until every sense stings
Float to the top
That I might rest on rot
I really do want you to see
Yet too timid I flee
Understand please that my shell
Is both heaven and hell
For you see I carry my home
Yet always will I live alone
Meander through the weeds
Hoping to sow relational seeds
I press on and on
Knowing I am no pawn
Free to be myself
Yet I am on your shelf
Free as far as you let me.
I doubt our turtle is this introspective, but she definitely inspired this one.
Blessings
