Sometimes you wonder

in a world torn asunder

if chaos is truly the answer

or if order is the rightful banner.

 

Despite it all, you say

I am but one island

bobbing along the waves

like a little diamond.

 

The island is buffered each way

by winds and waves; a ray

of brilliant but sparse sunlight

penetrates the dense blight.

 

It is a dream of mine, 

(nay, a dream of many)

to be able to stand in that sunshine

after a long and arduous journey.

 

The glow that envelopes

the layers long developed

to disguise oneself in public

in an attempt to be slick.

 

I am not brave. I am not tall.

I am not good for (to put it frankly)

anything at all!

Yet, my dream still clamors loudly.

 

 To that end, I strived

in that storm of confusion and rife

to find my true self, my core

and reveal my awesomness galore.

 

That is me!