I define myself as a writer, and most of my writing comes to me as I'm attempting to drift off to dreamland. Usually, I push the words back to where they came from and fall asleep. Well, a couple of weeks ago, I couldn't keep the words from coming. So, I turned on my light and wrote.
I happily would spend my days doing what I want,
Or eating what I like,
And strolling where I please.
I am like a turtle.
But sometimes, life happens.
Sometimes something hurts my feelings
Or I become scared, insecure;
So I seek the safety of my shell.
I am like a turtle.
I retract inside,
Letting my hard shell become walls
That seem to have grown harder and stronger
To protect me from that familiar pain.
I am like a turtle.
It's not until time has passed
And that hurt subsides
That I peak out of my shell to carry on.
So I go back to my merry ways.
I am like a turtle.
Lately, I feel hurt more easily.
So I retract more often and even longer
And I don't know why
Maybe it's just easier...
I wish I wasn't like a turtle.
- Written by Amanda Romaniello, December 2011