I am an island with inhospitable shores where no ships may land

Lest they become dashed like my hopes upon rocks of isolation

And disintegrated like my dreams into dust so powdery dry

Awaiting the rains of inspiration to quench my desert thirst

And transform a barren past into moistened fertile soils

Ripe for new trees of wisdom to tower forth

Like a gentle forest of silent soul’s

Who’s giant green canopy of faith

Shall dissipate my disappointment

In humanity.