Broken seashell on the surface
I don’t want to be a burden
But may I sit with you
And listen to your story?
You tell me of your grand adventures
And how amazing the world was
You tell me of how you were called beautiful
And many would admire you
You tell me how storms would hit you and at first it was okay
But then the storms kept coming and battered you until you broke
You tell me how that first piece that broke off tore your life apart
And how it made the storms harder to withstand so eventually you gave up
You tell me how you let the current take your broken self
And landed on this beach with other broken shells
You tell me how the number of broken shells surprised you
But then remembered how you came to be
You tell me how so many would walk down the beach looking for beautiful shells
And you were never picked
You tell me how you wanted to be in a jar
A symbol of worthiness and beauty.
You tell me how you longed to be seen
You tell me how you sank into the sand to be forgotten
Well, my friend, you are not forgotten. I see you.
I do not see your brokenness but a journey.
I do not see your ugliness but your character.
I hear you. I hear the joy you experienced and the pain you suffered.
I hear the defeat in your voice and longing to be wanted.
I am here to tell you, broken shell, that you are beautiful and wanted.
Come with me and share your story with the world. You are worthy.
Dedicated to the broken shells in the world: you are beautiful, you are wanted… you are worthy.