I am an Island.
An intricate, complicated island.
Loved, missed, covered in warmth.
I am an island. Surrounded.
Surrounded by lonely, lonely hearts.
An oasis covered in sand.
I am an island bird, that’s forgotten flight.
A poem without reason,
A lifelong goal without plight.
A reason without cause, a fateful end.
A moment, a moment, a Monet moment painting.
A painting without light.
I am an island, an island bird, an island fern.
I’ve burnt my bridges to the main land.
I am thriving in the humid heat
Green, lush, fragile-handle-with-care,
Browning before your eyes.
I am an island.
In your eyes, I am a vast ruthless sea.
