Coming out of my shell

My shell comes off

Did it come off on its own?

Did I take it off?

Or did I simply walk out?

I’m not quite sure

But it’s off

My moist skin

Is kissed by the

Cool breeze

My arms

Like the fresh dew of a leaf

Warms as they are embraced

by the sun’s touch

Smells of salt

Rises from the rushing water

Birds then seagulls chirp

In patterns of familiarity

Alternating in synchronicity

Each a vibrating sensation

A ricochet felt throughout

My body

Each scene flashes before my eyes

From one setting

One form of water

One form of land

To another

Yet I remain the same

With fresh supple skin

I hesitate next to my shell

With one hand on

And rapid eyes scanning the changing horizon

Every movement feels new

As though for the first time

My body is capable

I trust

As I gaze upon

The flashing terrains

I know there is going to be pain

Worry

Hurt

Sorrow

But I am capable

It’s just part of the journey

I whisper

Battles that I anticipate

Battles that I can overcome

My body is fresh

Fragile now

But as I travel

My body will adapt

As it takes me to

Where I need to be