Spirited Creature
I wish it wasn’t so easy
So easy to say that I don’t miss it
The old world I once lived in
The world where society controlled
Where I was shoved into a box
The same box that would get kicked
That would get thrown and buried
That would wear me thin
And that had no remorse
When I am alone on this island
I can run as far as I want
I can scream and yell until my throat is sore
I can smile without someone questioning
My thoughts are MY THOUGHTS
Not what anyone else wants ME to think
On this island, I am my own law
I create my own order
I follow myself
I stay true
On this island, the only thing I need is my spirit
The one thing that drives me
The one thing that keeps me sane
When I want to shrivel up and die
My spirit replenishes me
It makes me full and beautiful
As long as I have my spirit, I don’t need a book
I don’t need a house
I don’t need food
With my spirit, I can push to fulfill myself
With my spirit, I can run the metaphoric mile
With my spirit, I am not alone in the dark
I promised myself that I would live to the fullest
On this desolate island, I stand alone
Yet, I feel more full and happy than ever
I have a spirited soul that guides me
On the sandy beaches
Near the swaying palm trees
As the ocean breeze softly hits my skin
I am not alone on this island
My spirit walks with me, hand in hand
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