The Islanders

The Islanders We live in an Island Surrounded by water Both murky and crystalline In water we put our trust To protect us From the outsiders Our lives are internalised We become the outsiders. We are the Islanders! Our imagination is pixied Our dreams not fluid or solid but shattered. Our faces closed. This paradox is not what we desired. We live in Diaspora in Dystopia! Therefore the water lets us down Again and again! A bridge over it, we build to reach out to the others Embrace otherness To embrace compassion Afterall the word is the very epitome of the womb From which we are born! The healing begins in our core! No longer are we Islanders. But we are the tamers of the water The builders of the bridges! The healers and the healed.