Work in Progress

This is a poem that’s been rolling around in my head for the past few weeks…..

Live in a Shell

The stars shine so bright

but I do not see them.

The breeze rustles the leaves,

but I do not hear them.

I live in a shell,

a nut not to be cracked,

I am safe, all alone.

I once danced through the breeze,

I once sang to the stars

I once had many friends

I now have many scars

I live in a shell,

a nut not to be cracked,

I am safe all alone.

It has been a long while,

since my heart felt the warmth of the Son.

It has been a long while,

since my heart felt tenderness.

I live in a shell,

a nut not to be cracked,

I am here all alone.

What was first a defense,

An excuse to allow time to heal,

Turned to a habit,

Building a wall to conceal.

I live in a hell,

a nut not to be cracked,

I am cold; all alone.

 It’s still a work in progress, but I thought it would be good to get some part of it out. Tell me what you think.