Equilibrium

People are in such tremendous pain all the time—I truly wish it weren’t my fault.
My mom died birthing me, my dad soon after from massive tumors. My nannies all experienced vomiting, brittle bones, leukemia.                                 
Even living on this island doesn’t absolve me. Airplanes know to avoid this route, but sometimes buzz me anyway, presumably morbid curiosity—then hit the water (heart attack, aneurysm, who knows).                     
Yet sustaining myself here is easy enough: I wade into the sea and fish gasp, belly up, to the surface.                               
So I’ll stay here for now—because the more other things hurt, the longer I live.