These Shells Poem by Arthor Journer

My soul’s shores reach back,
Trying to reclaim the sands,
The raging ocean stole.
But with each wave,
My appearance is different.
Footsteps and lover’s names,
Used to adorn my face,
Now only wrinkles and shells.
Sandcastles and buried feet,
Used to decorate my surface,
Now only pits and shells.
The arms of my soul grasp,
Holding the precious grains of sand,
The ferocious ocean wants to consume.
But with each caress,
It steals more from me.
Beach towels promising peace,
Used to cover my face,
Now only stones and shells.
Laughter would echo from my edge,
Used to grace my world,
Now only the empty sound in shells.
My soul’s shores reach back,
Trying to regain what once was.
The villainous ocean robbed.
But with each stroke of waves,
I realize that in these shells are pearls.