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.
As She Writes 