mother of pearl



I feel like a clam

in a rough sea;

an oyster that

has swallowed gravel.

A mussel that

cannot move

from its place

but must accept

whatever passes

with the tide.


Unexpected rejection

and harsh words

have wounded

my soft insides

and it’s hard work

to cover the sharp

grains of sand;

to smooth over

the painful memories

so they will not

continue to grate.


I close up

to protect myself;

retreating inside

the tough shell

of my mind.

I desperately

want to believe

that these scars

can be transformed

into pearls

of beauty.


8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. freyathewriter
    Oct 30, 2013 @ 19:57:15

    Such an apt description – growing that hard shell, smoothing over the scars, becoming who you are because of what life has thrown at you… Well done.


  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Oct 30, 2013 @ 15:31:18

    This is a wonderful metaphor.. of clams and mussels.. excellent. Scars might be the best strength we have in life… but it’s quite exhausting and painful.


  3. pandamoniumcat
    Oct 30, 2013 @ 02:03:37

    Oh I almost feel we may have been on the same wavelength this week…I can so identify with this poem. The scars are part of us too and they can become a thing of beauty with a lot of work. Nice poem!


  4. brian miller
    Oct 30, 2013 @ 01:45:13

    i think those scars can be….they are all part of our story…what makes us…but i understand this…


  5. lynndiane
    Oct 22, 2012 @ 03:00:08

    I appreciate your kind words, my friend!


  6. Angie Vik
    Oct 21, 2012 @ 01:26:14

    Very nice. I think God can use all the things in our life for good, if we trust Him. When I look at you, I definitely see pearl.


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