Gift from a lost year

On the porch of our St. Croix rental, I stood,
Gazing at the turquoise sea below,
Yet, the heart was adrift.
The world seemed unwell,
Walls, they felt like closing in.

Those days, those months, that year,
A segment of life, seemingly wasted,
Lost in the chronicles of time.

But, having endured, and survived,
I am here today.