An island -That’s how I like to describe myself. Solitary but self-reliant, contained yet content, possessive yet permissive, weathered but still evolving. I revere my undisturbed reclusion. A fortification from the unknown, the uncertain and extrinsic. My impermeable barrier, my strength. Until some lost souls get washed onto my shores. Some helpless, some hurt, some distraught and some just lonely. Betrayal, treason from within-impermeable becomes vulnerable leaving me exposed to the foreign again. Unguarded and unprotected, I succumb, embrace, relentlessly nurture and hope to heal. Gradually and unknowingly demolishing myself to re-build this being. This arduous journey leaves me exhausted, depleted and void. Savior to the “slayed”.... unrecognizable regression each time. I now look for strength and dependency in my creation. But my island is never a destination, the healed will leave. Its an unspoken ritual. Can you ever see an island weep? I start over, reconstructing from the rubble left behind, unconsciously preparing for the next castaway. Hardened by the forces and adorned by the scars of self-immolation. Martyr or masochist ? I am Ekarma.
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