I wish it wasn’t so easy

So easy to say that I don’t miss it

The old world I once lived in

The world where society controlled

Where I was shoved into a box

The same box that would get kicked

That would get thrown and buried

That would wear me thin

And that had no remorse

 

When I am alone on this island

I can run as far as I want

I can scream and yell until my throat is sore

I can smile without someone questioning

My thoughts are MY THOUGHTS

Not what anyone else wants ME to think

On this island, I am my own law

I create my own order

I follow myself

I stay true

 

On this island, the only thing I need is my spirit

The one thing that drives me

The one thing that keeps me sane

When I want to shrivel up and die

My spirit replenishes me

It makes me full and beautiful

 

As long as I have my spirit, I don’t need a book

I don’t need a house

I don’t need food

With my spirit, I can push to fulfill myself

With my spirit, I can run the metaphoric mile

With my spirit, I am not alone in the dark

 

I promised myself that I would live to the fullest

On this desolate island, I stand alone

Yet, I feel more full and happy than ever

I have a spirited soul that guides me

On the sandy beaches

Near the swaying palm trees

As the ocean breeze softly hits my skin

I am not alone on this island

My spirit walks with me, hand in hand