Blue Island

I feel as though I am shipwrecked

on an island of misery.

Being hurt continuously by the ones

I love most.

As I repeatedly dodge the blows,

I am wounded, over and over.

For what reasons I cannot ascertain.

As I constantly ponder the question,

I build a hut, its torn to shreds…

a brick fence, broken down completely.

The boat to save me has arrived.

Within Acts 2:21, my worries are over.

written by Joan Farley Nyobe

About jfarley53

Being 56 is wonderful. I have so many new and jumbled insights on life.
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