Black Pearl

The shell of seclusion is clamped shut.

Oyster knife is needed but,

Brutely chiseled open, pried:

Slashing, mashing pain-tied flesh inside.

Twasn't inner strength that reclasped the halves

But the weary weight of realization that has

Engendered a black hole pearl in Creation's oyster,

The grace to readjust my posture.

©Cap'n Cal

8/6/96