Broken Shells

Little pieces; each telling a story.

Like our hearts, they are thrown about

In the sea of life, never knowing when their journey will end

On the calm shore.
They carried life once.  So did we.

Many of us still do.  Some are as hollow as the shells.

Like them, we are batteries around, some becoming broken and bruised.

Some hearts just go with the current.  Others struggle

For security within

The sand on the ocean floor

-to no prevail.
Uncontrolled currents and tides

Force them through the sea and

Unknown territories.
Some shatter into grains of sand,

Others stay whole as much as they can,

Despite their holes, cracks, and imperfections.

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