I am an island,
Existing in an
Oddly peaceful solitude.
A sea of disappointment
Laps at my shore,
Eroding it little by little.
But I’m still here…
Harsh and violent storms
Have left me in ruin,
But I am always reborn,
Stronger than before.
My core runs deep
Down through the cold of the depths,
Affixed on a foundation
Constantly in motion
A motion that may cause turmoil
In the whole of my being
And my surroundings…
This is the nature of things…
This I must accept,
As well as my imminent end.
But for now
When there is sun,
I will bask
When there is a calm breeze,
I will still myself,
So I can feel it wash over me,
And breathe in the sweet air
As if it were my last breath
Life is too short…
~Jennifer Rapier-Milne
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