my Hidding place
by Annali m Allen
Monday, October 14, 2002
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When this day is over, your supposed to be able to retreat back into your mind. To a calming place where no one can intrude, but now when I run to this place of cover, I am surrounded by what I ran from.
No place to hide I feel battered from all sides, not even my covers from my bed will protect me now.
This has happened before, and every time I have piled my covers high. But now I am afraid to say that they do not protect me now.
I have grown up since that first cover laid. And I have come to the realizations that I must strip my mattress bare, and confront my world from a new direction.
And maybe now, this might calm my world just a bit, so that I might have a place to hide when the day comes to an end.