They say no man is an island,
They couldn't have been more wrong,
We are islands ourselves and just like islands we are being drawn to each other,
That's why friends fit and hold together like a continent.

Within the areas of your skin are bits of sand,
That holds memories of the ones that touched you,
The ones that held you,
Bits and piece of the ones who adored you.

You're going to ask,
Why do we have scars then?
The answer is simple
They serve as testaments to our existence,

We take care of our bodies,
We avoid being bruised,
We don't like having marks on it
For it isn't aesthetically pleasing,

But these marks that have covered every inch,
Every strand, every fiber of your being,
Has sent numerous earthquakes that has shaken your core,
And now you're stronger for it.

You have experienced drought like no other,
There had already been a certain sense of dryness within your soul,
Clamouring for a touch, a kiss,
Dying to be revived from being barren.

You have experienced so many tides,
Landslides, storms,
Every catastrophe you can think of,
But every island has it's lore.

They tell of monsters that haunt the lands,
The monsters that you have tried so hard to push back,
But still,
They claw their way out.

You shouldn't be scared of these monsters,
Stead you must play with them,
Understand how to use them to preserve who you are,
You must believe in them for they will fight for you.

Because like any island, someone will come along and try to conquer you,
They will try and make you theirs and put their flag up within your land,
Some of them you will give way to,
And some you will fight for freedom.

It is up to you to remember who you are,
Using every thing that you have had to always remember,
for you are an island, a sovereign nation,
Not a past time, not a tourist attraction.