Feels hauntingly familiar,

Standing alone. 

I can be surrounded,

And still left watching

Conversations occur around me.

My first instinct is to wonder why.

Well, that seemed to help

Years ago. I could just disappear

But that left me with no security, then.

Today I can feel that quiet

Silence surrounding me again.

This time, I find confidence

In knowing I’m ok.

This is my island.