Looking back,
as 2014 comes to a close,
everything I thought was so important,
so all-consuming and defining,
has all been washed away by the tide of Time.
Looking back,
no matter how deep the hole was that I dug myself into,
the gentle ebbing of Time smoothed it out,
turning the canyon into a small indentation,
before gently removing it from the face of the shore.
And now I can't see my footprints anymore,
because even though I walked above the waterline,
Time is relentless--
nothing is safe from its grasp.
And although my heart is a little more corroded,
and my life a little more eroded,
my life is still together,
because Time can't touch the sand.
