I hear the sea from inside my island;
The water filling my ears with salty pride.
I recognize the wind as soon as it came.
It screamed and nipped at my skin, leaving scars from shards of broken shells.
My feet are buried in the warm sandy shore
But I'm floating in the air like a piece of driftwood swaying in the waves.
Silence.
The world feels so far away in my island:
Where the trees are the sharks,
Where the whales are the sky
And the birds hold the sun.
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Underachieving Poems
PoetryAn ambitious teenage girl with a lack of writing prowess tries poetry. Don't even bother.
