This time last year my happiness came in wavesThe hurt and the pain seemed to pile on top of me as if they were new grains of sand.I was a broken shellThe shell that was always washed up on the shore The shell that didn't go a day without being ignored I was broken and it was obvious that I needed time to healDigging up more of who I am was like finding treasures in the sand Maybe I wasn't the prettiest shellMaybe I was the shell no one wanted But tide after tide and cleanse after cleanseI now know I am not that shell anymore