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Molting |
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Molting
We sit beside the river waters
Soaking in the serenity of the moment
Reminiscing the crabfest oh-so-divine
Baby, tell me about crabs
A crab molts
Molts?
When a crab grows bigger, it sheds its hard shell
Because its shell does not expand with its growth
It is left soft and vulnerable, afraid, exposed
Then it finds a fellow crab just as vulnerable
And the two cling together for protection
The shedding of the hard shell is called molting
I look out at the calm waters
And realize how much we have grown together
Closer, wiser, expanding beyond the smallness of self
And our growth has made us shed off our hard shells
Shells of self-preservation, careful living, afraid to hurt
In my vulnerability, I'm encrusted by your strength
I find no shell stronger than the groove of your arms
There, I lay with the calm of the waters
Molting
For P, the Crabologist
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