Lightest Packed Bag

Stranded on an island 

Without a clue of what to do 

Boredom shows it's wicked head

Toes in the sand are more trap than pleasure

At my disposal is nothing at best 

And Agony at worst. 

I've brought nothing to touch

Everything to the soul

So what do I take with me

If not the clothes off my back? 

The love of my life?

The words that I write?

 I take "faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie dust"