by Emma Wilson
The world is your oyster
salty and stinky, yet tasty

the harder you work, the easier it opens up to you
the world is there for you to conquer
but remember everyone else is bonkers
carried by the currents
as the wind flows, I sit here pondering that all is well
and that one day soon, I will be like the oyster shell
embedded in the sand
decaying in the ground
listening to the land
for it tells me my worth
to feel and be one with the earth