Shell

For more than a decade I've been in a shell,
Safe from harm, rocked in a cradle;
Protected from lightning and stormy weather,
But never had a chance to explore anywhere.

I walk aimlessly without destination,
Sometimes drifted by changes of season;
Still dwelling within the bounds of limitation,
The shield that I wear is my guide and protection.

As time is fleeting this shell seems so tight,
But I fear to get out, afraid of getting hurt;
If I tread on my own without this heavy bark,
Can I survive alone without getting drowned or struck?

My voice inside quivers in fear of the shadow,
On how to get along with life and face tomorrow;
But I have to be strong to live and let go,
Once this shell is broken, I should stand still and grow.