I hide in the shadows
as I walk in the forest
I go in deep, so as not to be seen
I find solace there
Everyone runs and calls my name
but I remain silent....
Not wanting to be found.
To be one with the woods
hidden from the busy comings
and goings of a hectic world
I like the shadows of the woods
they protect me well.
I hear them....... pleading
come out... come out
where ever you are
waiting..... patiently for their
breath of fresh air
but my breath is
still.....shallow
I'll wait for the moment
that I need Sun on my face
then I will emerge refreshed
maybe even more enlightened
from my time spent hidden within
KMH 2005
4 comments:
as i read the poem i so know where u r coming from it was beautiful...........Robin
I wanna hide too! very nice!
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I was thinking parallel thoughts this morning;alhough not quite as poetic! I feel my heart has been cut open by thevents in my life. I was drawn to these woods to place a bandaid on my fractured heart. The wood surrrounding my house cover me and hide me from further infection like a bandaid!....When I am healed I will take the bandaid off and choose to live in the sun. At that point, I will build a sun room to watch sunsets I now have to walk to the end of my driveway to see beyond the dense trees surrounding my home. courtenay
I like this poem! After the week I've had, I really need my own woods to walk in. What a great metaphor for the things we do to get away from it all!
Tina
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