We exist in shells

Hard exteriors

Sometimes they are mesmerizing

Glittering and vibrant

Other times they’re ragged

Symbols of hardship and agony

Many have worn their shells for an eternity

Others are yet to get accustomed to them

For some, their shell is all they’ve ever known

It is their home

Their sanctuary

Without it they are bare

Unfamiliar with their own skin

But one can only wear their shells for so long

Soon it will fracture

Break

Shatter

Explode

And they will be left with nothing