That Island There the skies are always crystal clear Turquoise blue electric. The breeze blows in one direction fate is always with you. No one blocks your view, your progress is guaranteed and your path way clear because you have permission to shape it. You need no doors to keep you "safe" nor to lock the dangers that never were there. There are no secrets to spring at you tear your integrity to shreds; to leave the ground covered with your entrails your dignity seeping slowly into dust. On that island you can truly be free - be alone to thrive blossom bloom pollinate. The cool healing rancid water cures all that the world has unleashed. There is power in those waters. From the brink of death you are made whole. There is no fear no enemy no hate only you. That Island is your safe haven it is you. That island gives you power that this world has taken. Memories are everywhere, momentos lovingly left for you to find. To tell the real story of who you are not created by human hands but fashioned by that Great One. There is no time to abuse time each moment is precious each vital. Each necessary. There you will stay - for as long as you are meant to stay. Not cut down in a murderous rage of jealousy. You will stay. As the wind ruffles hair too dense to penetrate a crown too powerful to bring down. as it massages away the knots there, in that spot you will know peace.