January 21
What is a snail without her shell?
The shell that she’s chosen
So beautiful and strong.
The Shell is her home
Her comfort, her protection
From lonely days and nights
Where some might find her
And try his attack
She curls inside and fends him off
With nothing more than her proactive
Plans to protect herself
from those who would hurt her,
the elements,
the heat of the day,
The damp of the night.
Without her shell,
Her chosen shell,
She’s merely a slug,
Like all the rest.