My Island

The island,
surrounded by sea,
waving and crashing,
calls to me.
The breeze pushes forward
to the blue-green expanse,
whispering in my ear,
“This is the first chance.”
What does it mean,
that funny little wind?
It sticks on my face,
my mind it has pinned.

I stay away from the water,
and though I’m told to go,
I take my own path,
as the breeze follows the flow.
My beautiful place
full of leaves and trees
welcomes me,
and anything I see.
My hopes lay in my heart
my sorrows almost forgotten,
everything is right,
this place destiny has begotten.

As if to remind me
that all of this is wrong,
the breeze whispers softly,
“Here you don’t belong.”
Hidden from a world of hurt,
why would I ever leave?
My mind refills with all the bad
while my heart refuses to believe.
This place I can only be
when kindness resides inside,
my body coursing with strength,
I must leave soon, back to where I cried.

The waterfall is my sanctuary,
my place to be alone,
I go there when I dream,
where my island stands lone.
My life, though, is my true home,
for I cannot hide in sleep;
my problems I can face,
it just takes a faithful lea.
Who knew I could make it
after all my pessimistic ways?
I’ve pulled past it all,
and gratefulness fill my days.