I was on an island
One of two in the world
I was alone on mine
And everyone else stood on the opposite shore.
I hated the people on the other side for their happiness.
Why was I the only one alone?
A voice told me to swim for it
But a stronger voice said the water was too cold.
Ignoring it, in a moment of wondrous insanity,
I dove into the sea.
Swimming in the cold water, I knew I had made a mistake.
The other island was surely too small
Its inhabitants would turn me away.
But as I got closer, I saw I was wrong.
The distance had fooled me; they weren't all together.
Everyone was on their own little island, scared to swim.
I paddled up to one
Its occupant looked down at me dubiously.
Embarrassed, I turned away, but she stopped me
She extended her hand, and helped me out of the water
We both smiled, and suddenly the world was large and new and beautiful.