Leaving an Island

September 9, 2017 § Leave a comment

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Leaving an island is always leaving 

a paradise and a prison at the same time.

And the islands you have to 

leave behind in life are many.

 


Think of the childhood and, for some,

mum’s protecting arms, for others, 

wrongs and pain.

 

Then think of marriages

where you once found heaven 

but then hell.

 

 

Think of school,

how some sailed away on knowledge, 

how helpless others sank under its weight.

 

 

Think of ideas and saints,

expensive dresses or flattering friends 

or alcohol or cigarettes or food.

 

 

But most of all think of love.

All the loves you’ve left behind. 

Those beautiful islands, or the others, 

without water, without shade.

 


Leaving an island is always leaving 

a paradise and a prison at the same time.

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