Homesick

So far from my home, the call of the sea echoes inside the spiral passages down to my center. My curves are crested breakers. My surface is smooth, like tumbled glass. I sit so far from home in my pretty case. I was loved at first, but now I am dusty and forgotten with no sand beneath me. Are there others like me, here somewhere, amid the collection of disparate items that make up a life? The ceaseless call beckons me back. Will I ever return? Or am I trapped, forever, like the restless waves that sing in endless sibilance, reminding me of home.

Homesick by Coral Moore is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.