Waves in a ocean go up and down;
with sharp shakes and strong pushes.
It throws things and makes them come down,
as though they didn't belong.
They get broken and torn,
wishing they were the waves, and not little shells.
If only they were waves they could do the most,
they would be strong,
able to carry surfers and small children.
The shell is told that with help it will be strong,
with surgery the peaces can be put back.
It all helps a little but just more pain,
Just stronger and stronger waves.
They finally realize they never can be waves,
oh how that hurts,
the reality,
the truth,
They will never be,
all they wanted,
They could of done so much yet they are trapped,
trapped in a shell a shell that doesn't work.
People have tried to fix it's shell,
but what about it's mind,
what about it's self pride,
what about it's heart???
There will always a sharp pain,
but one day thought the shell will be at peace,
Maybe on a beach?
Maybe in heaven?

By- Cortney aka Faithsaved 11-5-97

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Updated August 10, 2000