Shelltered

A shell

Of a former you

Once told me

You are all that is wrong with you

So I shed

Layers came off

And I enriched

Embraced

My harrowed depths

My shell

Sits on a shelf

A trophy

Of contemporary splendors

Made reality

I know you’ve outgrown yours too

For how could you

Live with the pain

Of all that is wrong with you

When all that is right

Refuses to succumb

To the placation

Of your shell