Island 🌴
A poem I wrote in my cubicle, where they literally make us islands.
Sometimes I feel myself drifting
Like ducklings away from their mother.
Like sands away from an island.
Like passion away from my lover.
Sometimes I feel myself wavering,
Like faith away from my soul.
Like water away from the tide line.
Like a piece of my heart from the whole.
And sometimes I’m lost to myself.
Lost to my body,
Lost how I felt.
I lost my emotions,
I lost my desire.
I lost my compassion,
Surely I’ve lost my fire.
It’s gone from my eyes,
Like a lion with no mane.
Like a whore with no shame.
Like a slave with no name.
So surely that is me.
An island all my own.
In the middle of the sea.
So small on the map,
That I may not even be,
An island on the map,
Maybe I’m just me.
Alone in the ocean,
Drowning in the sea.
About the Creator
Inae'e Aidoo
Finding myself daily in God's word, but from what I can tell I'm a mother of soon to be 3, with one that's already a seven year old princess, wife to an amazing supportive husband, and a vessel to help create peace, mostly within oneself.
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