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My Island
I sat and thought one afternoon about what my life has become.
See what once was, no longer is, what never would be, there now is some.
The solid ground below my feet, somehow has washed away.
I’m left in the ocean deep, amongst crashing waves, to somehow find my way.
Struggling on, not looking back, knowing home is gone for always.
I’d give anything, for solid ground, been swimming for what feels like days.
Up a wave, back down again, each time with a glimmer of hope.
That sometime soon, I’ll hear the words “I will pull you up, just grab the rope.”
But no ships pass, no land in site, only memories of what used to be.
The warm sand on my feet, a cool breeze, you on the beach with me.
Life was great, so worry free, but you never know that until it’s gone.
But for now I’m here, amongst the waves, trying to just struggle on.
Some how I know, that some day soon, I’ll find another beach.
A place where the sand is warm, the sun is bright, and the air is just as sweet.
But until then, I’ll fight these waves, I won’t get lost in this sea.
Because somewhere out there, my island waits, with you sitting by a palm tree.
