In my dreams I am a shell,
getting tossed and tumbled
in the waves and currents.

As I am carried from beach to beach
I see more and more.
Most people wont even notice me,
for I have so many relatives;
so many yet none look exactly like me.
I am unique and special.

I have dents, dark marks, and chips.
That is okay with me;
for it just adds to my story.

I am not afraid of cracking,
for I will just be multiplied
and my story will live on.