Intergalactic Island
A poem that floats nowhere but here
Enter this galaxy
On a driftwood piece of magic
Holding on to everything that you are
Hope to be
Was
But now
You glide through endless stars
No shame scratching at skin
You are endless magic
Where earth is the seed in your existence
What gives you birth, love, life
As the waters wash over you
Nurturing your essence and humanity
Everything gives us so much care
Decide that you will return it
Because what is this world without a care taker
Flying on a piece of driftwood
Dreaming through this magical galaxy
An island in your mind of your own making
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A bit of a chaotic poem today, but also what a wonderful ride through chaotic poetry. Sometimes we just need to let go of what's holding us down here on earth and just sail into the stars. Imagine.
Tell me about your chaotic dreams and what gives your life magic.
About the Creator
Oneg In The Arctic
A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
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