by corinna
a tart shell
or a sea shell, drifting to distant shores
spicy and sweet
a flavourful life, if i can wander and taste
oh shrimp!
curled up like a meek lion
just like me
but years and tears
sweat and fret
only to perfect the golden
crusts;
in their embrace,
find richness
of wealth
of legacy
of home
i will go home