By Jenny Cusack 

I have been given kindness
It is a seashell, small and sandy in my pocket 
I carry it with me wherever I go
Coarse and smooth lines 
Harmonious contradictions 
Keep me at ease  

It sings songs of the sea 
Echoing choruses that tell me I am worthy
Landing like waves on vast open expanses 
Where there is room to breathe 
Salt soothing rattled bones 
Becoming strong, again  

I press its cool protective casing 
Against my lips
Feeling the moment
My place in the world 
Mind connected to body
A little life acknowledged 

I am limitless