The Island

I feel like I am trying to row a boat against the tide. Every time I feel as if I am getting closer to the island, a big gush of water pushes me farther away.

I so badly want to get there before I capsize and lose complete hope and faith of ever making it.

When I get near the island I feel, love, warmth, tenderness, caring, kindness, contentment, playfulness and togetherness emitting from it. All around it is a happy place I want to be.

That is why I so desperately need to row harder and faster so the island doesn't fade away into the sunset forever.

My small row boat is getting pretty unstable in the cold, frigid waters. The water keeps crashing over the sides and I keep bailing it out, trying to stay afloat.

It is getting harder and harder to keep the water out and I am getting tired and weak. But, I know if I don't keep trying -- I will capsize. I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this strenuous work going. It is wearing on me.

But, for now I will try to keep the water from sinking me. I have to keep my hopes up of making it to that beautiful paradise. I am doing my best to hold on long enough to make it there. But, it is not an easy task to do.

When I get tired and lonely, I stop bailing water and lie down on the bench in my boat. As I lay there looking at the gorgeous blue sky, I think about being on that island and having its warmth embrace me.

I smile as a calmness spreads over me. I feel safe as I bask in that wonderful warmth.

That is why I have to keep trying to make it there. I want it to be more than a dream. I want it to be my everyday world. I want to feel warm and safe at all times.

I don't want to lose sight, but I am slowly drifting away and it makes me sad as I watch that beautiful island get farther and farther away.

Sometimes I just sit and cry, wondering WHY? Why can't I just be happy? Why does everything have to be so complicated? I finally found an island I want to enjoy for the rest of my life, but with all the water, I can't quite get to it.

I am getting tired and weak again. I think I will lay down for a while and rest. When I wake up, maybe I will have regained enough strength to start rowing against that nasty tide again.

All my strength is gone. I have lost sight of that island. It has faded away into the sunset. All my hopes and dreams are now just a fond memory of "what could have been."

Maybe someday I will be able to find that island again as I float through the waters. I know where the island is and I just might return to it when the water isn't so high and harsh. Who knows, maybe I won't ever return to it again.

Makes me very sad knowing I can't bask in the warmth or feel the love from being near it. The island has grown cold and damp and I get an eerie feeling when I get near it.

There is a major storm lingering above it, ready to dump gallons of water. I feel the energy from the lightening, ready to strike me if I get too close.

The sun is gone for my warmth and there is no feeling of love, caring or tenderness. The kindness has gone to cruelness. No feeling of playfulness or togetherness. The island is emitting contempt not contentment. It is telling me to, "Go Away -- No Trespassing." So, I will do so.

My little row boat tried to uphold to the powerful waters. But, to no prevail it has capsized and sunk. It saddens me to no end that my island has disappeared. And that I could not withstand the powerful waters.

I feel cold and alone with the water splashing over my skin. As I am drifting away, I shiver as a chill runs through my body. I have nothing left but water to guide me along. Without a boat, I may as well give up and drown; I can't swim that long until the next island comes along.

Good-bye my beautiful island of paradise, I hope the storm overhead doesn't linger about for too long and it doesn't keep that warm sun from shinning again.