Once I was an
island.
And seas cast wild against
my shores.
Once I was afraid...as storms sought a
lessening of myself in angry bites.
Islands stand alone.
Once I fought the sea and defied the
very winds that carved my
place in time.
Yet still my shores fell less to
greater waters.
No island is forever.
Once...I simply gave
myself away.
The sea no longer threatened with the
storm of her desires.
And washed in waters now found
holy...I am part of
something
more.
Once...I thought I was an
island.
Love,
Eric
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