The Hermit Crab - Eliza Quinones '19

The hard sand scraping upon my naked back,

Burns like a complete blue flame.

Happiness crashes onto the shore,

Only feet away.


But I must not seek this life,

Until I have found a home.


I have tried many times before,

To find with whom I belong.

Some tell me to take my happiness,

To live a good life in the waves.

But what good would it be,

Without something to share with?


The voyage may be long,

Painful, even killing,

But once I find the one I love,

I can step into the water.