The Island I choose to be.

I wrote this in May of 2006.

Each is an Island
Some large, some small
Some find waves crashing hard
Another sees the ocean’s soft ripple
The storms of life can cause such damage
Beating away the gentle shores of the island
Forcing each to learn a special art
Survival ~ what a skill to know
Some will fade away ~
Turning ever so desolate
With gray skies always close
Feeling so alone and never knowing
What tomorrow will bring
Always fearing that the bad will present itself
Others still begin to flourish
They see the storm as an opportunity
The chance to change and grow
While facing the troubles around
The rainbow begins to show ~
Flowers flourish and grasses grow
Knowing and having faith
Remembering that the storms are only lessons
Learning how to adapt and finding ways to grow
Changing with the times ~the only way to go
The island shines through ~
Each begins to see something special
Something so different about that one island in the sea ~
There’s something different and so unique
In the island that I choose to be.