Quite a while it has been
Since the tsunami of my mind washed up the shore
Since the waves of my emotions and experience touch the surface, disturbing the sand
Yet still, the land is still scarred from my past presence
On its shore lay the sea shells of my hurdles, boulders and trials
Scattered here and there, bits and pieces of everything that has interacted and become a part of me remain
A discarded white rose, a soggy diploma, a tattered stuffed animal
And as I’m molded by time and pollution
Despite how long my tide may take to come in
It will come back and with stories and salt to tell of my time away