SHIELDED AND SHIVERING

Like a snail, I hide in this shell

Like a tortoise, I do in this hard shell dwell

Hoping it would at least shield me from many storms

Which have the intention to destroy

So I take my home along, wherever I go

But I still dock when there seems to be some movement

I still look for shelter when there are some little movements

I still live in fear

Why can’t I enjoy life even though I am a bit protected?

I see the birds, only in feathers, parading the skies

I see the snakes, mostly in light skin, meandering and hissing for all ears to hear

I see the lions, jumping here and there like their neighbouring monkeys, without fear

Even houseflies taunt humans at the face of danger

But I still hide in little storms

What is the essence of carrying a whole house and suffering?

What is the essence of suffering to naturally suffer?

I bet it is time to take off this shelter

And crawl in the open

Enjoying the breeze when I meet it

Until I am crushed and tossed in some unworthy soup.

By amoafowaa