If I were to look back

And view my emotions,

I would treat them like the tides.

My happiness, growing from nothing,

Approaching my shores, growing,

Reaching its apex, and then fading away.

And these tides, I would synchronize with those of the beaches near mine,

So that the waves will not destroy each other.

But there would also be storms, and one cannot control a storm.

Coming in from a distance, or arising from the crashing waves, the storm

Sends the tides into a frenzy, and remains that way for a while

But the storm will pass, and the waves may leave too

But the beach will remain long after there is nothing left, bleaching under the sun