by Cassidy N.
I will not be a conch shell.
I will not latch on to person after person allowing them to make a home of me, left repeatedly outgrown and deserted on a painfully lonely cycle.
I will not be the shore, begging constantly for waves to wash over me so my bones can bind together and feel stable once again.
Instead I will be the very tides that the sand longs for. I will be powerful and pulled by only the moon over my head, I will crash and I will carry things within me, always returning back to home; but only after I’ve curiously drifted and created through a life that is so much more.