Baby Shells

Clinging to personas like my mother’s shirt

Just until she lets me on the sand

And I toddle over to the breathing shore

Looking for a place to put my confidence

 

Sifting through identities like pretty shells

I will always put one down and pick another

Confidence will sail away; I fall asleep

And awaken clinging to my mother’s shirt

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