Poem #52: Metamorphic Journey

Ok, I'm feeling pretty proud of my own cleverness tonight. My poem is a simile of the changes that occur to oneself when travelling and the changes that dirt undergoes to transform into rock. It's sedimentary. 
Alright! Alright! I'll stop. 

But, really, travelling is a magical experience that transforms and refines your character and your life skills. I was reflecting on some of my most amazing travel experiences, my semester in Merida, Venezuela, my one year wedding anniversary in the United Kingdom. Those adventures punctuate the story of my life in exclamation points and all caps. Hence, the poem: