Driftwood (Ex-pat)

I have been weathered for far too long.
Tossed about, worn down
chipped away
shaped.
I have absorbed too much.
Early on
in the warm days of youth
I stood
basking in bright rays
before being taken by the mighty
cold
unfeeling sea.
I don't remember much about the middle part.
Some days were calm, flat;
others were black, wild.
What matters
is that now, I sit curing
as a tourist
or ex-pat (as it were)
in bright rays once again.