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The Shell on the PodiumThe turtle stared againAt the shell in the corner.She finally dusted it off,because the past deserved respect,and held it up into the light.It was still as hard as a rock.Yes.It was there for protection.Protection from what, though?Uncertainty, perhaps.Or maybe it was pain.Protection shut out, though.Happiness, perhaps.Or maybe it was adventure.She did not put it back in the corner,or hide it in the dark.She crafted a stand, a podium,with all the passiona small turtle such as she could contain.She placed the shell on it,and it was in the light,for any and all to see.No,she was not going to wear it,her lovely shell,again.That age passed.But yes,she was going to celebrate it,her lovely shell,always.And so she walked out the door,into the world,with a smile on her face,and her utmost confidence equipped.The turtle waved goodbyeto the shell on the podium.
Shells are there for ProtectionThe turtle had been without her shell,For quite some time.She had gotten to where,She didn't even want itAnymore.Life was full.And brilliant.But then,Things changed.People started asking her questions,She didn't know the answer to.People started doing thingsShe didn't want to believe happened.She went home,And looked at the shell,Collecting dustIn the back corner.She knew she couldn't put the shell back on,Now.She knew she was too big for it.She knew she couldn't fit.But she wanted it back,So very badly.She knew she couldn't undo things.She knew that it was too late.But she wanted to,So very badly.If you had told her,Before,All that would happen,After she took off her shell,She would have called you crazy.But now she knew,That not all questions have answers,And that shells are there for protection.