Poem: The Island

Day-by-day: Reparenting yourself with fun, discipline, love and hope.

The Island

There it stands,

An island without an abundance of sands,

Birthed from volcanic exploisions,

Sitting stranded, facing endless erosions,

An unfettered joy,

Not at all appropriate for a boy,

Birthed from volcanic exploisions,

Sitting stranded, facing endless erosions,

In need of a buffer against the tides,

Yet all help external only deepend the divides,

Birthed from volcanic exploisions,

Sitting stranded, facing endless erosions,

Perhaps tomorrow will be better,

Hopelessly dependent upon the weather,

Birthed from volcanic exploisions,

Sitting stranded, facing endless erosions.