When my safety is in question, I tend to withdraw,
Sentiments lost, like broken pieces of jigsaw.
The sense of security, wanting to be guarded,
Clearing my mind from visions I had distorted.
Startled and scared, feeling quite insecure,
Retreating in my own shell, feeling a bit demure.
Caught by surprise, leaving me all confused,
Unsure how to respond, reactions bemused.
Is it wrong of me if I feel the need to be leery?
Cautious, and on the lookout, constantly weary.
Shielded and sheltered, in my shell I feel safe,
But too many restrictions, my soul I do chafe.
Must I refrain from the world and stay inside my pretty shell?
But if I do, it is nothing different from being locked up in cell.
Devoid of challenges, excitement, and bliss,
Life’s wonderful adventures, the blessings I will miss.
Shy and coy, from my shell, I slowly peek,
Dispel all my worries, courage I must seek.
Feeling like a turtle, keeping still in my shell,
Gathering confidence as I await to propel.
Out of my refuge, I gradually crawl out,
Ready for the world, to see what life is about.
Scanning my surroundings, I take a deep breath,
Realizing that there is life, even after death.
Life is not perfect; it is blemished and flawed,
Murky shadows lurking with deception and fraud.
But without the darkness, we cannot see the light,
Without mistakes, there is no chance to make things right.
Finding the link between the good and the bad,
A necessary component, much like a comrade.
Darkness teaches us lessons we will not learn otherwise,
So, I come out of my shell, and face the blessings in disguise.
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