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unmarked territory

My body is an island.
Fossils, my scars,
Leave behind exoskeletons
Of abuse that was left
Engraved in the most beautiful
Parts of me.
I have craters from
Asteroids that promised
To destroy the pain but
Left me with an aftertaste far
Worse.
I seem to draws tourists
That all just take a picture
And leave
Take a suvenere
And leave
Take advantage
And leave
Take off and leave.
My eyes ,volcanoes ,
Once dormant but now
Erupting constantly, leaving
My favorite parts of me in ruins.
I have earthquakes trying
To shake me stable
Before I become just
Another lost island sunk into
The ocean of suicide.
The ebb and flow of the wind,
Is the rise and fall of my chest.
The swaying of the Dewey grass,
The flowing of my hair.
I want one tourist
To show me the beauties of my island
I thought once erased .
I want one tourist
To say “home” and be referring to me.
I want one tourist to stay
Despite the storm
Despite the erupting tears
And most of all calm them.
I have caverns hiding the most fragile part of me
With stone walls protecting it from shattering.
I want one tourist
To love and protect what is inside,
My heart.
I am an island
And I am deserted,
and unmarked.

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Comments

the meaning of this poem, is not about a true island, but rather metaphor for how the person supposedly writing this, feels about themselves. It is not easy, being a part of the world today, many times, we don't like what we see, but wish for something or someone to keep us company. A very nice job of expressing that. I don't see anything I would change, you have made a very exquisite poem of longing for companionship. ~ Geezer.
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The first line reads: 'My body is an island'..

This transcends the literal meaning and the metaphorical language activates the imagination, and the writer is more able to convey emotions and impressions through metaphor.
Looking at the presentation of this piece, from begining to the end, it was beautifully written. Nice job!

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I think this is a beautiful work. It shows a vulnerability that is often buried by societal constraints. There’s spelling and punctuation stuff that could use some attention (souvenir) but that’s kinda like just old crusty rules. You’re a good poet, the things that hurt or really move you, that’s the muse. It’s cathartic to write to release pain and I do an awful lot of that myself. Keep expressing yourself. You’re doing a fine job.

hello, it has been awhile. nice to see you again! your poem is most poignant. others have reviewed it, far better than and more eloquently than I could. I like the personification and metaphors. these are my favorite lines:

I have craters from
Asteroids that promised
To destroy the pain but
Left me with an aftertaste far
Worse.

I like them because I can identify with them. you have an "old soul" and I'm glad that I am blessed with reading your poetry.

*hugs, Cat

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