Island of grief,
O island of grief
you bear the burden,
underneath a tree of relief .

was it hard to bloom in a desolated retreat?
memories.. memories buried beneath.
did you try to forget them,
before they could speak?

you bloomed. that's enough.
you made it past the pit stop.
remember it not, that's alright,
but they hold your present,
roots, hated and hurtfully solidified.