My Shell

"Open the door, break your wall

and share us the life!", you always tell.

But nothing's interesting nothing at all,

nor do I feel, outside, so well.

I don't enjoy swimming anymore.

This noise, to my soul, it really fells.

I want to behold waves from my shore.

To return back there please do not tell!

I need to cure my wounded core,

and nothing is safer than my shell.

Salma

23/9/2005