Island To Tree

I feel like an island today...
No one understands things my way,
I was raised were each one was an island.

All problems were kept to self,
The only solutions were good if they
Came from some corner of your own shelf.

My island is flooded,
By waters that come in...
And I have no boat
To hold myself in.

What purpose do I serve in writing?
Hasn't everyone heard my story before?
I am strong and I am weak,
I have wants and I have needs...

I need to tell my story..
I want to let it be.
Becuase today I may be an island.
Tomorrow perhaps a tree...