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THE CLAM
The little clam, protected by its shell
Ventures a peek at the world outside.
Slowly it opens the closed door of it's smile
And dares to stick its nose between the lids of its prison
Will anyone notice my vulnerability
Pass by and give me a kiss
Or stab me and watch me bleed
So easily am I bruised by the slightest misintent
Can no one see I long to be free
To feel, to breathe, to love and be loved
I want to show my pearl, hidden under my soft side
Slowly formed by the pain of trampled trust
The pearl is my only gift
Precious, costly, all I have
I want to give it freely but if I do
Will it be stolen and never returned?
The clam thought about these things and
pondered them in its heart
There are no guarantees only risks
But if the clam dies having never given its pearl
It will never know its worth
© 2004 Rita L. Betti
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