I am life-tired And looking For a heart-home, A haven Filled with cookie-warm Smells and spring- Breeze freshness. I am alone Inside myself, Even though my Outside self sees A thousand others. Where is the loving, Mother-soft-and-sweet Beloved now? I do not know. I live inside my shell And cannot tell. Once, I saw A mean, thoughtless lad Dash a hapless turtle To the ground; It lay there with Its shell cracked And bleeding. My tears still flow For that turtle And all The simple creatures Who lie everywhere With cracked And broken shells. Home-empty, I lie inside myself, Wondering if anyone Will soothe My life-sundered shell.
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