Heavens Help

Sometimes in life you cry. 

You cry because you're happy.  

You cry because you're sad, 

or you cry for no reason at all.  

Today I am crying for a million reasons, but at the same time only one very small one. 

I can taste the salt as the liquid rolls down my cheek ever so slightly.

My body trembles.

My heart shakes.

My arm limp from the pain.

I would never wish this upon anyone, 

not even the guy who took the girl 4 houses down. 

I can hear the heavens rooting for me.  

Cheers of despair covered by a light layer of hope.

"Let it go" they say.

"Take my hand I can help"

Today I am crying for a million reasons, but at the same time only one very small one.

The Island

An island.  So small, so beautiful.

Surrounded by thousands of pounds of water she put there herself.

Tropical trees as green as can be with fruit more ripe and sweet than anything you've ever tasted.  

Yet no one has ever been to this island. 

Never took a bite of the fruit.  

They've seen and they've heard, but for some reason she never gets chosen as the vacation spot.

Tourists never wander her trails and climb what would change their world. 

Boats and fisherman pass by with maybe a glance.

Leaving her alone.

16 years they've known and she's been alone, with no one to share her magnificence with. 

16 years without a single chance to let people feel the soft sand brush your feet when you walk at sunset.

16 years her crystal blue water, warm of happiness and filled with the remnants of extra rainbows, is left untouched.

16 years her high mountains, jagged cliffs, and hidden caves, wait for just one foot print to claim them.

She doesn't feel alone.  She doesn't feel abandoned. 

But unappreciated. Looked over.  Pushed away. 

just unused...

An island.  So small, so beautiful.  

Surrounded by thousands of pounds of water she put there herself, because someone told her "it's better this way".

But it is about to change.