Exquisite Island

Content in isolation, alone though not lonely, withdrawn from life and others, solitude had become my quiet treasure, an exquisite island of safe refuge protected by Mother Earth and Father Sky; finally, at long last, no longer raw and vulnerable to the ways of a harsh universe. Hazards to the soul set aside, locked away from hurt and pain so detriment to the spirit, decades of self-exploration, healing, building a delicate yet fortified, impregnable cocoon in which to reside. Countless battles hard fought to become victorious over all the somatesthesia. Impenetrable armor forged from strength of flesh, unbreakable seams bound and sealed by life's blood, cooled by long ago wept oceans of tears. Fractured heart, mind and soul soldered together into brilliant stained glass. At last there was peace encased safely within.

Awakening once again, awareness of intense emptiness peeks through the clouds. To feel safe again, sequestered away from discompose cannot be when exposed and disguised no more. Healed scars remain visible and squamulose even to a delicate touch. How could change occur within only a few days?

My own personal exquisite island of safe refuge still remains vaguely in sight. Can the safe shelter be reached again? Extending my hand longingly yet the distance has widened and can no longer be felt within my grasp. Can that place be secured ever again? Speak to me great spirits offering your solace, envelope me in your delicate embrace. Allow the disconcert no more.