What I learned from the snail: A Poem


Sometimes I let the world see the softest parts of me. In return I receive flowers and poems that water me.

Other times I let the world in and receive a harsh coldness that makes me immediately retreat into the softness with a promise to never make us go out there again.

In those times I remind myself that there is nothing wrong with being a sensitive and sometimes fragile Being. With boundaries that sometimes feel so porous.

I pour warmth back into myself and stay in my cocoon until it feels safe to venture out again.

What is living if not a constant tug between staying protected and going on adventures?

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