The sea was still, the plants were full, the birds were healthy, the sun was bright,
The island: remote, quiet, and alive.
Unlike home, where you can be in a crowd but feel alone.
What a paradox, to be surrounded by people, but feel isolated.
Adhering to cultural norms that celebrate,
Status over acceptance.
Things over nature.
Power over peace.
Individuals over solidarity.
Back and forth
In my mind
Maybe the shoe I was trying to squeeze in was too tight?
Maybe what the doctor prescribed wasn’t right?
Maybe I’m stressed because I’m trying to be liked?
Maybe I’m anxious because when I lose control I try to fight?
Maybe I knew all along. I just needed a light.
The sea was still, the plants were full, the birds were healthy, the sun was bright