In icy snow I stand,
Inside my shell,
Keeping out the arrows.
and the pellets
that bounce and lie dead
around my frozen toes.
I was proud of my shell,
Built for protection,
Until the inside became
very cold, empty, and lonely.
Feeling safe and yet
regretting.
Wishing for some warmth
to free my soul.
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