A snail with a weak shell
But for years I could not tell
Strong, impenetrable, and invulnerable
I was not
Stubborn, bullheaded, and blind
That I was
I hid and bumped behind my silly shell
Bruising, scratching those around me
Until the day my shell hurt another
A flower creature with thorns
Thorns that retaliated and pierced
Straight through my shell to my heart
Shocked I was that such a small prick
Could make my heart so sick.
