Stranded
I’ve scavenged this deserted
island for rocks and crystals
I carried them over my shoulder
in a satchel and by both fistfuls
the sunset laid over a bed of mountains,
and the sights were something mystical
while I was away, I met a lone wolf who
was best friends with a mockingjay
and they traveled aside one
another every single day
they made me realize how I am very
isolated, I'm stranded like a castaway
there was one thing on my mind, and
that was to find my way back home
I didn’t have a map, no signs or
directions, no where else to go
how lonely I felt, god
I’ve never been so alone
I kept picking up
rocks two by two
the more I carried, the
stronger my muscles grew
but the heavier it became,
so I had to let go of a few
eventually, I
found a river
all I’d have to do is follow it
until the mountains got bigger
and I could go back to my old life,
but I barely survived November
I thought about
staying here forever,
maybe if I lived here,
things will get better
I've forgotten about my bad memories,
but now I’m struggling to remember
the good things that
did happen to me
If I was truthfully happy, why
did I feel that I had to leave?
maybe this forsaken place
is where I’m fated to be
- Leah Rae