My Island My Land
I long for my island
Asleep in the sea
A perfect location
Made just for me
Far from the rat race
The fear and the dread
No shop for my cravings
No milk and no bread
I travel there often
In my mind in the night
When my headspace is full up
When I’m losing the fight
My island’s as real
As any reality
My perfect location
Asleep in the sea
Journey, don’t travel,
If your roots are deep set
Your mind is an atlas
You can never regret.
Copyright © Emma Goodridge-Hobson | Year Posted 2023
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