The Island Poem by jackie compton

I seea ghostly shaped island in the middle of stormy sea of life.
It reaches out it's hand and beckon to me.
Come my tired child and sit, and lay down and rest awhile.

I will stand watch and keep trouble from creeping into our life.
I will protect you from the serpent waves that strikes at the keel of
your soul.

I will not le the evil winds of doubt toss you about, and rip apart
the sails of ur dreams.
I will be th shelter in the middle of the storm.
For I am not a rock.
I am a island that knows and fills your pain.