By Jenny Cusack
I have been given kindness It is a seashell, small and sandy in my pocket I carry it with me wherever I go Coarse and smooth lines Harmonious contradictions Keep me at ease It sings songs of the sea Echoing choruses that tell me I am worthy Landing like waves on vast open expanses Where there is room to breathe Salt soothing rattled bones Becoming strong, again I press its cool protective casing Against my lips Feeling the moment My place in the world Mind connected to body A little life acknowledged I am limitless
Jenny Cusack is a writer based in Newcastle upon Tyne.
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