Fear makes him hold his husk, retain the rind of who he’s always been. But unless he sheds this shell, this shroud, how will he walk away from his tomb? Filed under: A Wounded Heart, Characterizations, Courage, Fear, Growth, Letting Go, Nature, Poetry Tagged: change, letting go, life, photography, poem, seed, shape poem, shell, shroud, […]
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