I'M An Island
I’m an island.
People only come to visit, but they never stay.
Hurricanes are frequent and sometimes devastating.
Now and then, someone washes ashore looking lost and confused and wondering if/when/how they can leave, or if they even want to.
Maybe they’re stranded during a good time of year when the weather is calmer.
Eventually, however, the good weather passes and the hurricanes come and they build their raft and leave before the sky has a chance to clear.
And during the hurricanes, the island only has itself, surrounded by a sea, completely isolated.
One day, someone will find the island and like it so much that they decide to stay a bit longer than all the others.
When a hurricane comes, they’ll build a stronger shelter instead of fleeing at the first drop of rain.
After the storm passes, they’ll transform the shelter into a home.
They’ll grow to love the island whether or not it storms.
Copyright © Brooklyn Cruz | Year Posted 2018
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