Task for the week: pick an inanimate object and describe yourself through it. Say how it represents you.
The Snail
When under threat I retreat into my shell
Which is hard, but easily crushed,
Just like my self-esteem.
So I rarely hold my head aloft
Because inside I am so soft.
I’m often trodden on by people
Who don’t see me for who I am
Or use me as their plaything
Poking and prodding me about
Until they’ve have had their fussy out.
Yet to them I often cling
For offering me a scrap of attention
Because I fear being alone.
I’m very hard to get to know
As I feel so vulnerable down below.
I slither slowly and falteringly through life
Each day leaving a slippery trail
Sometimes a trail of destruction
Each bit of grit, a massive boulder
And a burden I cannot shoulder.
From my vantage point at ground level
Everything seems so big and scary
And I cannot help but being wary
Especially as I know I am a pest
And any feelings I have, must be repressed.