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There are many times
when I feel like
I am on an island.
The skies are grey
and bereft of sunshine.
A sea of people surrounds me
but something inside
keeps me separate.
I am not like them,
for I carry something within me
that marks me as different.
Yet, there are many times
when someone extends their hand
to reach me on my island,
to help pull me to safety,
or to join me in my home
that sits on top of the water.
I am still moved
when this happens,
still shocked when others
remind me that I am not alone,
that human kindness does exist.
In that moment,
I watch as my island
begins to grow
little by little
as if stretching itself free.
Soon, it is so large
that I can go anywhere
that I choose to,
There is an island
inside of me,
but light and kindness
will always help me
to find my way
home.