A Shell

Sometimes, we look at what has been taken from us instead of what we still have.

I take my first steps back into my yard
Seeing the remains of my home is so hard
I stand on what was once my lawn
Now the lush grass is all but gone
Just like the roof that sat on my house
The screen door lays torn on the ground
But as I peer down at my home's remains
I see something that feels the same
A Shell, one that once lived in the sea
Staring solemnly back at me
Taken from its home, cast into the sky
Given its one chance to fly
But it fell a world not its own
One it had never seen before
And it was in this world never seen
It suffocated on air it never breathed
So now just remnants of a life
And for it, no one cried
So, now the wreckage I see
Almost seems like a blessing
Because here I stand, alive and well
Learning about life from A Shell