Your rage
your fears
coalesce into crystalline form.
Wrapped like a chrysalis around a timid heart.
Bruised and Battered
Emotion shuttered away
batten it down again looming threats.

Peering in I ask
won't you come out to play
to live?

The only reply a hollowness of echoes.
Your wounds
your misgivings a hardened shell.
Hidey hole.

I search for a trace of you
the soul that left kisses of blue skies smeared along my breast.
Shouting to you
we were made of stardust
you and I.
Created to dance along clouds of silver linings.

Silence
heavy and dripping.

Humans were never meant to be turtles.
My statement.
My affirmation.

But the only reply I receive are echoes
memories of blue skies.
You are too deep in the shell to hear
perhaps you never cared to.