Driftwood

Carved by the waves,
cracked by the storms,
faded by the sun,
hollowed by the worms-

Through the water,
from a foreign ground,
drifting away, 
never lost, but unfound-

Survived the wounds,
Learned from the pain, 
Withstood the hardship,
The wind and the rain-

A new shape,
A new life,
Emerges now 
from the sand: 
As I hold 
your finger
you’re reborn 
in my hand.


Dedicated to my mother, who loved the ocean and collected driftwood, and who was, like those pieces of woods, more beautiful for the storms she withstood and the oceans she crossed ❤️