Be Not Afraid.

Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep
Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again (The Tempest. III.ii.130–138).

Whenever I get angry, whenever I vow to curse those who have stolen my island, whenever I fall asleep, I think of my island.

My island is full of voices.

My island is magical. It is full of it's own history, though the sailors want to make it's history theirs.

The island is not full of resources. It is not to be used for greed. The island is full of magic. This island can never hurt me, despite the evil men that try to take it from me.

I may serve many masters. I may work long days and be punished to a wicked life. But this island will be mine. I cannot be afraid, for this island will never disappear.

Works Cited

"The Magical Island” Image. goodreads.com. 6/26/12. Web.  12/4/14

Shakespeare, W., & Horne, D. (1955). The tempest([Rev. ed.). New Haven: Yale University Press.