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I wrote this wee poem quite some time ago ... probably 15 years or so ago! I hope you like it.

Looking for Linda

Bestowed upon me
A Gift.
Within it's shell
There is me.
Really!
It's me.

This shell
That you see.
It's hard
Protects me.
It's stern
Face looks.
It's skin
Smooth and hard.
It's complexion
Masked.

This shell
That you see.
Isn't at
All me.
It sees
The sun.
It breaths
Pollution.
Everywhere
Wandering
This earth's
Dominion.

This shell
You think to be me.
Is not
My vessel, my Gift.

This shell
Is but a case, like
Luggage
That has been worn, and
Luggage
That has been torn, and
Luggage that
I've weathered within
For many a storm.

Bestowed upon me.
A Gift.
Within this shell
There is me.

So
Next time
You think
You're looking
At me
Remember
I may not be there.

 

By Linda Laforge

 

Linda Laforge is a contemporary celtic artist and creative writer. To see her portfolio and to read more visit her at: http://www.LindaLaforge.com

Reprint Info: Most of Linda's short stories, poems and articles are available for reprint provided the copyright notice above is included at the end of the article. If you wish to use a piece, please contact Linda for permission. She'll want to see a link to your site or a sample of your publication. Of course, she'd love to get paid where the opportunity is available! All writing must be left fully intact. Please make sure that the link to her site is live and clickable.   

 

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