The Island.

Oh how I've twisted and I have turned
Oh how I have defended all these burns
Caged in scars
I let them become bars
These cells I've been pacing back and forth in
This old skin
Now shed alongside liberating tears
After all these years
Of living in
Wards
And robed
In skeletons
Behind closet doors
I've not been celebrating
The truth behind these walls
Since your defacing...
But now I see the depths in which I was submerged
Having now emerged
Having been urged
Onward in this journey
By the memory
Of an island
Now, no longer
An exotic escape in my mind
But here
Now
Soaking and smiling
I fall to my knees
The sensation of sand
Dry and solid land
Eyes shut
I wake up
To find my lungs made of trees
And a body made of land
These hands
Now a coastline
Washing myself free from the ocean that was you
Rinsing you out
After all those crashing waves
You delivered blow by blow
You had me rolling in my shell
You knew how to make me crawl back in
Keep quiet, not make a fuss
Zipped up
Clammed up
But all this time inside I was just
Making a pearl
And there was a time you made me
Believe it to be false
But this oasis was
True
You stole a lot
But you never took my pulse
Nor could you take away
The mer from this maid
Nor the siren from her sea
For she's a water spirit
Made for swimming free
Circling this castaway island
Now, me
Rising up
With a heart made of volcano
She erupts
To let me know
I am one again with my true nature
And no longer lost in your shadow.